Chanin and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day!

Yesterday, a couple friends and I were talking about the blogging world. It seems like you only get to read the blissfully bloggable bits about our families. Blogging certainly has a way of sugar-coating life. It made me laugh to think about it. I certainly don't blog about the tired or cranky days. So, in good humors to our conversation, I offer the following horrible post:


Have you ever read this darling book?



If not, I strongly suggest you check it out and read it. (Or hear it..here.) You will know exactly the kind of day that Alexander is talking about. Well, I had one of those days last week.

In an effort to make this a speedy post, (which this day WASN'T), I will post the events in list form:

1-Woke up with a serious headache. It must have been an omen.
2- Jaren soaked through his diaper and I had to change his bed. Boy howdy! A headache makes everything seem worse.
3-Holly was so excited for Ballet camp that she got ready BEFORE breakfast and spilled on her uniform.
4-Ryan was getting ready for his 11:00 bike ride with the scouts and found that his helmet was falling apart. (Literally!)
5-Fixed helmet, sorta, and rushed out to the van to get him to the trail on time.
6-Got all the kids in car seats, turned the key, no start. WHAT?
7-Holly, in her excitement for ballet, went to the van after breakfast to wait. (Four hours early) She turned head lights, cabin lights, and automatic door on.
8-Car dead
9-Sweet friend came to the rescue and helped me jump start the van.
10-Knowing that this day is terrible, you must know that the van WOULDN'T Jump start.
11-Above said Sweet Friend took Ryan and his bike(and broken helmet....I know I am a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad mother) to the drop off point but found there were no scouts. She kindly drove him to the half-way point where the others were having lunch and he at least got to ride the second leg back with them.
12-In the meantime, I was at home. I called hubby home and he helped get the van going. Phew. That was one dead battery! (speaking of dead.....keep reading...)
13-I rushed Holly to ballet. She was late and I forgot to bring Jaren's lunch. (We usually eat lunch on the grass while we wait for Holly's class to be done.)
14-Jaren was not a happy camper, so I wound-up buying junk from a snack machine to tide over his grumbling tummy.
15-We got home and spent the afternoon unwinding. Do you blame me?
16-Timothy got home and asked, "So, did you get the "you-know-what" for Ariana's birthday tomorrow?"
17-RATS! I knew there was something else I should have been doing instead of unwinding. I forgot that tomorrow was Ariana's birthday. I thought I had ONE MORE DAY.
18-I rushed through a horribly forgettable meal. (Sorry, Fam!) Then headed to a town-very-far-south-of-us (FW) to get the "you-know-what" for Ariana's birthday.
19-Bought the bike (I mean the "You-know-what") and started for the car.
20-Found that they had charged me the wrong price. Why didn't I check first?
21 Aargh! Can this day get worse?
22-Oh, YES!!!!
23-Went back to ask for a refund on the overcharge.
24-It was now after 10PM and consequently there was no one at customer service.
25-I would have to come back another day. (What? Clear to FW?)
26-Found someone quite reluctant to help me anyway. Yay, got the refund! (small glimmer of hope)
27-Headed home and had one of those weird feelings that I should not take the windy, curvy road that leads up to our house. Especially since it was 11PM and the windy road gets kind of scary.
28-I then opted for the busy road that passes by our house. This should be the sign of smooth sailing, right? I mean I followed a prompting, right?
29-And here is the kicker..............................
30-An owl swooped down out of the blackness and smashed head on into my roof-rack. (Startling, frightening, scary, ewwww, yuck!)

So, there you have it. That wasn't sugar coated. Although, it wasn't usual either. I am glad THAT day is over. Timothy was kind enough to remove the carnage that was stuck on my van and I am incredibly grateful to my helpful friend. Thanks, B!

So, tell us about your Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.