Judith Viorst is the author of the wonderful picture book, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. (The click feature on this photo does not work because I copied it off the Amazon site. If you clink on the link, it will take you directly to the correct site where you can get a better look at the book.) I used to read this book to my class to explain to children that sometimes we all have those terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days.
Today we had one of those days.
Early this morning, Art found a large bag of boiled peanuts at the back of the fridge. "Whose peanuts are these?" he yelled from the other room.
"Oh nuts!" I meant to give those to my brother, but I forgot! No wonder he didn't thank me for them. (We decided to just eat them ourselves since they were now a week old. If I get a stomach ache, it'll be my fault. I'm hoping the light salt in it will keep us safe.)
We went shopping and found a great 20% off sale. The cashier at check out said only one of the items was on sale, but the others weren't. We left the store. However, it bothered me enough that we went back in and I checked all the sales signs again. Yup! There it was! It was all supposed to be on sale. Went to the customer service line and had to wait and wait and wait to get it corrected. I felt badly for the people behind us.
Arrived home at around 1:30 having missed lunch. My mother met us at the door, all upset and miserable. "The toilet broke!" she said. "I took off the tank cover to see what was wrong and the water shot out at me and got on everything. And where did you put my Fosamax pills? I can't find them anywhere."
"Hunh?" I never touch her Fosamax pills.
We bought these 2.5 gallon Nestle plastic bottles of water (for our disaster kit) before and one of them leaked and damaged the laminate flooring in the closet. I could not believe it, but we thought it was a fluke.
NOPE! When I checked the three we bought today after bringing the groceries in, I saw that two of the three containers had leaks!!! AGAIN! Doggone it! (I blame Art. I wanted to buy the smaller bottles, but he didn't want to pay the deposits on each bottle.)
Well... we did manage to quickly fix the toilet. The chain was broken and the hose had popped out of the thingamagig.
Art found the Fosamax. Mom had thrown it in the garbage can. She must have been distracted and threw it away instead of storing it back in the cupboard.
Tonight, I got on the scale and discovered I gained four pounds. Arrrrghhhh!
It's the yin and yang of things. The leak happened before we put it in the closet this time so it's taught us to store it in a plastic storage container from now on. The toilet is fixed, the medicine is found, I'd better exercise and I think I'll go to bed early tonight... ummm....after Hawaii 5-0 that is. It better not be a rerun again.