A Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Day?

A Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Day?

“I went to sleep with gum in my mouth and now there’s gum in my hair and when I got out of bed this morning I tripped on the skateboard and by mistake I dropped my sweater in the sink while the water was running and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.” Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by Judith Viorst

Have you ever had one of those days where Murphy’s Law reminds you that it is alive and well? This morning was one of those days and it is only 10:30 AM.

It started with my kitten. He got into my cupboard where I keep my dishtowels. Then there was this loud noise from outside and he got scared, tangled in the towels and he lost the ability to control his bladder. SO, I gather all my dishtowels and head for the washing machine. I start the washer and head to the bedroom to iron my clothes for the day. I also lit a candle to counteract the smell I now have in my nose.

When I walked back down the hallway I found that I am now standing in several inches of water. My freshly ironed pants are soaking up water and I am staring at the hose from the washing machine as water pours onto my floor. I grab some towels and try to stem the tide of water. Yuck.

So I get the majority of the water up and I get my mop out. I turn around and the end of the mop knocks my candle off the shelf. (It is a small room!) I grab for it just as it comes in contact with my shower curtain. It just singes the curtain as I get the flame out, but the candle itself is broken and now hot wax is everywhere, burning my hand (not bad) and coating everything including my flat iron which has fallen off the shelf and broken (sad).

So I get the major mess of water and wax cleaned up. I’ll have to figure out how to move the washer later because there is sure to be water under it and later mildew. But I now I have to change (into wrinkled clothes – no time to iron) and I’m already going to be at least a half hour late for school. I grab the gel to put in my hair, no time to really try make it behave. The bottle top is loose and now I have really greasy looking hair. Augh.

By the time I change and look at the clock again I realize that with the time it takes to get there I’m going to be well over an hour late. I HATE to be late, especially when I have greasy hair and wrinkled clothes. I’m grumpy, haven’t eaten (which never helps the grumpiness) and I am in no mood to face Hungarian. Which really is a shame since I spent hours on my homework last night and think I wrote a pretty decent assignment. But rather than add the morning’s frustration to lessons that are going pretty well I decided to stay home, spend some extra time this morning in conversation with the Lord who controls the whole universe as well as Murphy’s Law mornings and then study extra hard on my own.

So I guess I won’t move to Australia (you have to read the book). And maybe it won’t be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day in the end.