Jennifer and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day

In honor of my son's favorite book (Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day: by Judith Viorst)...

I went to bed with an ache in my head and woke up to it even bigger and when I got out of bed this morning I stepped on clean laundry that I forgot to fold the night before and accidentally hit my shin on the side of my hope chest and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

For breakfast, Sean wanted juice with his oatmeal. He attempted to pour it himself. He spilled it all over the floor. For breakfast, I wanted a bagel. I burned it...Connor made a mess of his bananas and Sean made a mess of his oatmeal.

I think I'll move to Hawaii.

There was a poopy diaper to change and after twenty minutes of being in his bathing suit, Sean peed in them. I tripped over toys I'd just cleaned up and still hadn't made the bed and didn't feel like packing for the beach. Sean watched too much TV and fought me when it was off and ended up waking Connor up from his nap. It was turning out to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

We drove to the beach and when we got there, it was definitely not a beach day. The wind was cold, the sand was cold, the water was even colder. Sean said he was freezing, he whined he was cold, he put on a sweatshirt and proceeded to go in the water. He was soaked. Connor was fussing. I was freezing. I decided it was time to go.

Sean didn't want to go. He said he wanted to stay. So he waded out into the ocean and in capris, with a baby strapped to my chest, I had to wade out up to my thighs to drag him back to shore. I was soaked and I was hungry and I still had an ache in my head. Sean slipped off the sidewalk and cried all the way to the car and Connor screamed getting in his seat and I stubbed my toe on the wagon.

That's it, we're moving to Hawaii!

I'm having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, I told the boys. Sean mocked me by peeing on the side of the car. He argued over lunch and didn't want his banana and fussed over his yogurt and then cried that his hands weren't clean enough. Connor took his bottle and dropped it while I was driving and proceeded to scream until I pulled a muscle to keep the car steady while getting it off the floor and back into his mouth. We sat in traffic and ended up singing 'Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun' about 200 times so Connor would stay quiet and when we sang something else, he cried, but if we sang only that, Sean cried.

When we got home, the house was a mess and the kitchen smelled funny and the trash needed to go out. I hadn't eaten lunch but there was nothing I wanted to eat. The beach gear was still in the car and I definitely didn't want to drag it all back in.
Sean was whining and I hate whining.
Connor wasn't napping and I wanted to nap.

I never got the dishes done or the house cleaned up and I only have my crummy jeans to wear if I don't do laundry tomorrow. I hate my crummy jeans.
Today was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

But I know that somedays are like that...Even in Hawaii.