the terrible horrible no good very bad day

I'd like to think I'm a pretty positive person, now at least. but every now and then I have a bad day. and when I say bad, I mean bad.

"one disaster after another" bad. "every time I turn around there's something else I've forgotten to do" bad. "I can't even see the humor in this situation" bad. "I should have stayed in bed today because everything I do is wrong" bad. "don't try to cheer me up because it won't work" bad. "really? what ELSE could happen" bad. "seriously, the universe must have it out for me" bad.

it's never just one big bad thing. it's ten or twelve or twenty or two hundred little bad things.

a late drive. antibiotic induced nightmares. a guest list 30 people too long. 3 missing invites. 2 ultra-late additions. eight thousand dollars worth of un-RSVPd people. buttermilk instead of cream. a stubbed toe. a loose screw. a dead battery. feeling ill. dreading monday. a pile of thank you's to be written that never seems to disappear. insurance, license, and registration. the last pair of contacts. discontinued hair product. a real, tufts of fur flying everywhere catfight. people you love who do things that you don't.

I tend to get a little dramatic when I have a bad day. remember that children's book? Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day? that is what it's like for me. just one thing on top of another. and while they may be small problems, they pile up fast. until I'm buried under a little stormcloud of pessimism and impending doom. and there's no talking me out of it.

then I wake up the morning after. most of the problems are still there to be dealt with.

but I'm ok.