Mine? Oh, I walked through the rain to my car this morning...yes, with my cereal bowl and water bottle and tote bag and umbrella in tow. What could possibly go wrong, right?
As I opened the car and tried to juggle all those items, I spilled a huge portion of the milk and cereal on to my khaki pants. But since going back in the house and changing would make Zion late for school, I opted to head on down the road in my wet pants…still holding my cereal bowl. What could go wrong, right?
I reached for my water bottle to take a swig, and right before I noticed the crack in it, I received another deluge of moisture on my pants. Visions from Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day danced in my head.
I gave the cereal bowl to Zion and told him to throw the rest out the window. What could go wrong, right? Only, think about it. Has this ever worked for anybody...ever?
My son AND the inside – as well as the outside of the car – got spewed with milk and bits of soggy cereal. Zion laughed so hard, and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out what was funny.
I screamed, “Could it get any worse?!”
Zion proceeded to tell me how, yes indeed, it could. In fact, I had plenty of time left in my day for worse to come. In his youthful wisdom, he even named a few things that could happen. Kids (sigh). Well, at least he had the presence of mind to turn on my seat warmer...
When I got to work, I tried to clean the milk and cereal off the car with a napkin and the few drops left in my water bottle. (Yes, of course, the rain had stopped when I needed it most.) Well…Zion was right. There really was plenty of time left in my day for things to get worse…smearily, horribly, no good, very bad, should have the left the milk on the car…worse.
And just now, I was talking to a coworker who helped me realize that I had several pieces of crispy, cooked bran flakes stuck to my butt...
So how's your day going so far?
September 16, 2008