My alarm clock went off at 5 AM and I called it a jerk, and Tiny Tot wouldn’t wake up to get dressed so I dressed him with his eyes fused shut and then the dog peed all over the floor when I went to let him outside before work and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, Mommy’s bad day.
Checking my Facebook status at work I saw that my twin got promoted to manager and my younger sister got an A on a paper she wrote over Pope Alexander VI and Son Son had a party with cupcakes and all I got was a broken refrigerator.
I think I’ll move to a deserted island.
At work my coworker’s case canceled so she got to go home early. Three coworkers got relieved for breaks four times during my six hour case. I didn’t get relieved. I didn’t even get lunch. I thought to myself if I didn’t eat something in the next hour, I was going to be sick. No one even cared.
I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, Mommy’s bad day.