This morning I woke up at 4:30 when my daughter yelled and cried and interrupted our sleep yet again.
When my cat came out of the basement, he threw up right in the middle of our front room.
I can tell it's going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I couldn't help myself from eating the chocolate-covered pretzel I bought for my daughter, and there aren't any good classes offered at the gym this morning.
And I have to drive another hour to a doctor I went to yesterday so she can talk to me about the surgery I'm having on Monday to remove a cyst from my ovary. That means another IV and waking up from anesthesia and having three little incisions on my stomach and maybe even losing an ovary and recovering while my daughter doesn't understand that her mom just needs to lay in bed and watch shitty TV.
It is definitely, abso-fucking-lutely, going to be a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
I think I'll move to Australia. Again.
When my cat came out of the basement, he threw up right in the middle of our front room.
I can tell it's going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I couldn't help myself from eating the chocolate-covered pretzel I bought for my daughter, and there aren't any good classes offered at the gym this morning.
And I have to drive another hour to a doctor I went to yesterday so she can talk to me about the surgery I'm having on Monday to remove a cyst from my ovary. That means another IV and waking up from anesthesia and having three little incisions on my stomach and maybe even losing an ovary and recovering while my daughter doesn't understand that her mom just needs to lay in bed and watch shitty TV.
It is definitely, abso-fucking-lutely, going to be a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
I think I'll move to Australia. Again.
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I completely understand those kinds of days. At least everyday is like that.
I meant "isn't". Oops.
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