Went to bed way too late - woke up early - my wristwatch showed 5:50, the alarm clock said it was 6:55. The alarm clock was right - so something's wrong with the new battery in my watch - no way I could return to the warm sheets...
I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Outside my window: gray and cold weather, threatening clouds.
I think I'll move to Australia.
Took the kids to school, came back home and still felt tired and cold.
Didn't feel like doing much. Decided to get creative. Maybe that would help.
Took out the lino pad I got last week and the carving tools that came with it. Let's do some lino print today!
Couldn't find the tracing paper - had to look everywhere - found it in M.'s room. Wasn't very inspired for a great design and ended up with bubbles. Traced them onto the lino. Started cutting and carving. And just when I thought I had it down the carving tool slipped into my finger: one bleeding thumb.
And I mean b l e e d i n g!
It was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Went to the bathroom to take care of my finger - couldn't find the sterile pads nor the band aids - found the band aids in M.'s room on the floor.
Went back to my project but really careful now. Wanted to try out the design with paint on paper - couldn't find the special rolling brush to apply the paint - found it in a forgotten tool box.
Applied paint, printed - nah, still some lines where I didn't want any - more carving - black paint all over my hands now and the band aid.
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Cut out too much so the lino got all floppy - needed a block or a support of some sort to glue it onto - didn't have anything useful - and if I would have had something to glue it onto, it wouldn't have been much of a help anyway as I couldn't find the hot glue gun's electricity cord. Should be in our wall closet, but in order to find it in there I would have to clean up/ clear out the entire closet.
Next week, I said, I'm going to Australia.
End of project...
Since M. had her first gym class that night and I also had another PTA-meeting at school and K. had to go out for dinner for work, I decided to prepare dinner early. Popped the green beans in their microwavable bag in the microwave, set the timer, took them out, cut open the bag being careful not to get burned by the hot steam, tasted one and noticed they were not done - at all... because the microwave was still on low.
Did I tell you , it was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day?
Picked up the kids from school, met with K. who took them home, I stayed for the meeting, rushed back home so K. could leave for his meeting. There was no time left for dinner for me. Took the kids in the car and drove off to gym. Ended up behind the trash truck, couldn't find a parking spot. So M. was late for her first class.
I was having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, I told the kids.
Waited with little H. until the class was over. Talked to the gym teacher, who I was glad to see again. Asked her about her mom, who had been sick for the past six months. She didn't make it and passed away in August. And she misses her tremendously, she said. Devastated, I hugged her. I just wanted this day to be over...
My mom says some days are like that.
Even in Australia.
Italics are excerpts from Judith Viorst's book Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No good, Very Bad Day.
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