my name’s samantha and i’m having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. i think i’ll move to the bahamas.
i woke up this morning to find that we were out of breakfast bars, so i had to make eggs for everyone and day old pancakes. noah tried to cut his own pancakes and spilled syrup all over the table. tucker pooped twice before eight o’clock. it’s been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
i was walking around, minding my own business, when z pointed and me and started saying, “four eyes! four eyes! mommy has four eyes!” she laughed and laughed, but i didn’t think it was funny at. all. it’s been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. i think i’ll move to the bahamas.
i ran into my room to try to catch the phone are i ran smack into a huge, wooden piece of furniture. i busted my little pinky toe and the one next to it. i’m pretty sure it’s broken. it’s been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
i went to the gym to work out and as i was dropping the kids off in childwatch, noah pointed to my stomach and said, “You have a really big tummy mommy!” I said, “Buddy, that’s not very nice.” He said, louder this time, “Mommy, you have a really big tummy!” I said, “Stop. Noah, don’t say that. It’s hurts Mommy’s feelings.” He kept saying it, louder and louder for the next minute…then said he thinks there might be a baby in there. But, there’s not. I’m having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I think I’ll move to the Bahamas.
Then, we went to the grocery store because our house has no food in it. The kids asked if we could buy one of everything. We got to the check-out, and, as the cashier was ringing the last of my overflowing buggy of groceries, I realized I left my bank card in the other car after class the other night. I told the cashier she might need to stop ringing things up because I didn’t have enough cash and only had a nearly maxed out credit card (the school books have to be paid for some how!) and an old bank card from an account we never use. She didn’t listen. She kept ringing, the bagger kept bagging. I called Ryan to see if he could come, but he couldn’t. I scrounged up all of my cash and came up $56 short. As I tried the first card, Noah kept yelling “I want to push the green button!” and pushing it at all the wrong times. Meanwhile, Z was biting Tucker’s head and Tucker was screaming. Thankfully, the second card worked, but the experience was traumatic anyway. I’m having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
The aforementioned said bagger yanked the buggy from my hands when I tried to grab my hooligans to push to the car. I knew that the back of my van was full of kid stuff and wanted to carefully load my groceries around it. But he would have none. of it. When we got to the car and I opened the back, the stroller practically fell on top of me. He didn’t care, though. He started unloading the groceries. Bread, first. Peaches on top of that. Cans of beans on top of that. Top it off with a gallon of milk. And so on with the rest of the groceries. I love squished bread. It’s been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I think I’ll move to the Bahamas.
It’s not even 3:00 and I want to go to bed. My husband keeps reminding me that they have bad days in the Bahamas, too…but I’m just not sure I believe him…