Kate and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day*

I went to bed Tuesday night with the expectation of sleep, but was awoken once by Cullen with a bad dream and two different times by Bennett wetting..two different beds... and three times by Wells, who just wanted to hang out. 

And I hate just hanging out at 3 (and 4 and 5:30) in the morning. 

Then I stumbled to pour coffee, put on a sweater because I thought it was Fall but it was really 97 degrees out and forgot to fix my hair. 

I could tell that it was going to be terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  

I dropped C off at school and came home to change lots of wet sheets (and blankets and pillowcases- how does that happen?) and the baby would not take his morning nap. I went to make enchiladas for a friend who just had a baby, and for some real dinner for us later that night, with my own cranky baby crawling up my leg, but 3/4 the way through, realized I forgot the sour cream at the grocery store the day before. 

And I hate yogurt, so no substitute was around and dinner had to be forgotten. 

I could tell that it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. 

unrelated picture of Wells eating a lemon for the first time

I cleaned up my non-dinner mess and got a phone call from Best Buy, where my newly virused computer was hanging out, to say that my hard drive was failing and I needed a Recovery Disk for any hopes of retrieving anything and installing a new hard drive. I realized I have no such Disk. And a new one was another $70. And the now cost of fixing said virused computer (with all my pictures on it) was starting to surpass the actual cost the of computer. 

And I hate the thought of losing all my pictures.

I could tell that it was going to be a terrible, no good, very bad day. 

I got the little dudes and I out of the house and down to take pictures of a friend's new baby (with no enchiladas in tow) and wrapped sweet darling newborn Meg up in her pretty pink swaddle and went to redeem my day by taking gorgeous pictures of her... until my camera wouldn't click. But I knew I put my SD card in there because I remembered thinking that I was so glad I didn't erase the photos off of it after my photoshoot over the weekend so I could still edit them on Kev's computer if the virus on my computer wasn't a quick fix. So I opened the camera and saw that the SD card was indeed there, but it wasn't reading,...because somewhere in transit the side got knicked and now wasn't working. 

All pictures likely all lost. 

And I really hate losing pictures that people paid for.

I could tell that it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. 

B and Baby Meg

Then, I cried in front of my friend after I ran to the PX to get a new SD card, but came back with the one that wasn't compatible with my camera, even though the PX camera counter guy said it was the right one. 

 And I really, really hate crying in front of people. 

I could tell that it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. 

A little while later, I cried again, this time to my husband. Then felt like an A-Hole because I was crying over sour cream and pictures that can be re-made, when he was sitting without us (no enchiladas in sight) in his plywood-made room in the middle of the desert, half the world away, and yet, he was still trying to make me feel better. 

I could tell that it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. 

I picked up Cullen from school, excited to hear about his day, but he got in the car crying because

 "Today was hot dog, chips and cookies day at hot lunch and you packed me a ham sandwich and fruit and I was SO sad because I just wanted to buy a hot dog, chips and cookies and I never want you to make my lunch again." 

This was definitely a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. 

But Mom (and her good wine she poured for me when I showed up, kids in tow, to complain about my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day) says that everyone has bad days... even people who start off with successful enchiladas. 

Thanks Joan, and Fritz, who later that night came over to chainsaw down some crazy growing things on the side of my house..

Cheers to tomorrow.

*If Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day isn't part of your children's library, go get it today. We love it around here!