At 10 am this morning I realized that I needed to go back to bed and start all over.
At 10 am this morning I realized that I needed to go back to bed and start all over.
The (bad) dog (which doesn't belong to me, but to a certain person who is taking an all expense paid extreme vacation) peed on the carpet right in front of me.
When I got the Little Green Machine to clean it up, I dropped the dirty water ALL OVER THE FLOOR, which ran right to the baseboards I had been painting five minutes before the dog peed.
As I cleaned up the entire mess, I brushed up against the door frame I had painted and got Behr Snowfall Semi-Gloss all over my hair and back.
Then the evil blond child spilled my coffee on one of my books.
My stomach hurts. I'm a little nauseous, too. And I'm sicksicksick of grading papers already.
I so totally understand Alexander, who had that terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I think I might have a sign made so people know when not to knock on my door.
WARNING! AIRFORCEWIFE IS HAVING A TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD, DAY! PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK! AND BRINGING CHOCOLATE MIGHT HELP!
So. I think I might head back up to bed and put my current DVD'd season of choice on tv and pretend today hasn't really happened yet.