Ever have one of "those" days? You know the kind. The kind of day where you wake up and just know that no matter how hard you try, it is just not gonna be a good day.
My day was Wednesday.
6:30 am I did not sleep good Tuesday night, when I finally fell asleep, I overslept.
6:45 am I realized that I had forgotten to wash the clothes I wanted to wear.
7:21 am Tim said I never wash his clothes anymore.
Mary Margaret was stomping around all morning.
Taylor was moving three times slower than a snail all morning.
7:35 am Taylor tripped over Freckles on the sidewalk when we were leaving for school.
7:49 am Girls slam the van doors when they get out at school.
7:50 am I look down to find a quarter that I dropped and realize that...
I failed to finish painting my toes AND I was wearing open toed shoes AND we were gonna be busy at the funeral home.
I'm at work...
Tons of squabbles at work.
Tons of squabbles at work.
Tons of squabbles at work.
4:00 pm I leave work to take a kid piano.
4:05 pm I come back to work.
4:25 pm I leave work to take another kid to piano.
4:35 pm I come back to work.
5:00 pm I leave work to pick up last kid at piano. I will have to go back to work after dropping them off at church.
5:05 pm arrive at sonic
5:15 pm Car hop at sonic dumps a sprite in my lap.
5:30 pm arrive at work squishing sprite out of my shoes with my half painted toe nails.
5:50 pm I have finished with the family that was there for a visitation.
5:55 pm going over my bad day in my head. Reality Check.
I work at a Funeral Home.
The Funeral Home I work at has been extremely busy.
Someone is having a much worse day than me.
Time to stop complaining.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Cause You Had A Bad Day!
Posted by Kaye Butler at 7:37 PM
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I was there Wednesday evening. Wondered why I didn't see anyone... It'll be better...
Oh dang! That is a 'kick the dog kind of day' and then repent for it later. (This is AFTER the chocolate has been consumed.)
The bright side is you wouldn't be able to see the Sprite vs. Dr. Pepper spill could be seen a mile away. I bet no one saw the toes as they were too busy trying to figure out if you wet yourself or decided to stop, drop, and roll to put out a fire. You are a hero. Or a weirdo that peed herself. So it's all how you look at it.
I'm not helping, am I?
I bet you're laughing. You ARE laughing right?? Don't make me come down there and kick your dog just to make you laugh!!
um, but see, they are DONE having their bad day... ok, sorry... couldn't help it! :)
btw... love that song!!!
I'm sorry you had a bad day...sounds like it was a non-stop doozy! I'm even sorrier for the people you were helping at the funeral home. Not because you were helping them, but because of the reason they were there! Just to clear that up.
I'm gonna stop typing now before I get into more trouble.
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