should have stayed in bed.

Everyone in my house slept in today. (Well, not my husband… he had to work. Ha ha! I’m a bitch.) It’s grey and rainy and cold today. Cold for July in New England, anyway. Really. It’s 58°F. I believe the average temp for this time of year is about 85°F.

But that really has nothing to do with this post. Grey and rainy and cold aside, today has been total crap.

It started with breakfast. I opened the fridge to grab a few things and as soon as I opened the door, a bottle of water fell out and landed on my foot. It hurt like hell… and many different forms of the same word beginning with f flew out of my mouth. Fine. Moving on…

I returned the bottle to the fridge, nestling it in with the others better so it wouldn’t fall again. I proceeded to grab a few things but I dropped the butter. Did it stay in the butter dish, you ask? Of course not. The thingy popped open and I had a stick of butter on the floor. So I had to deal with that. Fine. Moving on…

Fuck, I forgot something in the fridge. I went back and of course that water bottle was secure so it couldn’t fall again. WRONG. It totally fell again and I almost hurled it across the room. Fine. Moving on…

I had to slice the onion for my omelet. It was a lovely sweet vidalia onion… until I had a small mishap. Red onion. Ouch. It’s okay… it wasn’t a bad cut. It hurt like hell but at least I didn’t sever a finger. Seriously, I chop vegetables daily. But today… there was blood. Fine. Moving on…

As I gently tossed the onions around in the pan, of course I tossed a little too enthusiastically and flung a couple at myself. Awesome. Now there are two extra-clean spots on the floor. Is that the bright side? Fine. Moving on…

Fast forward to lunch time. Just some leftover pasta and sauce for the kids. Nothing for me… I was still annoyed about breakfast. So… I gently tossed the pasta with the sauce as my hungry son stood beside me. ‘I should probably let you do this since I keep dropping things today,’ I said. And… then some pasta jumped out of the bowl onto the counter. Yes, I’m going with ‘jumped‘.

Seriously. What. The. Hell?

I guess the final straw (or the initial straw?) is that I woke up feeling terrible… and I haven’t been able to kick it. So with all this other shit piling on… well… I’m done with today. I’ve been done since about 2pm.

I should have stayed in bed.

 


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Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves music, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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40 Responses to should have stayed in bed.

  1. Simon says:

    I can’t stand days like this hun. I feel you ❤️

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  2. magarisa says:

    Ugh, what a day!

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  3. She’s right! Take-out sounds safest. Days like that, especially right off the bat, do suck. But, looking back on it now, isn’t it worthy of a laugh? If I were there, and saw all of this succession of doom occur, I’d be hard pressed not to laugh….WITH you of course. 😃

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  4. Hahaha, living on the edge, huh? Because I have a clotting disorder and have to take blood thinners I am super careful and slow with knives! I cut myself one day pulling the plastic knife guard off and thought I was going to have to go to the emergency room. Some days it’s just not worth cooking 🙂

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  5. Marquessa says:

    I hate those days too! At least dinner worked!

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  6. tarnishedsoul says:

    Have you made it back to bed??!?!

    ❤ Hugs to you, my friend.

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  7. I hate days like that. Those are the days I want to go back to bed and start over–after a good long nap–wait, make that a nice glass of wine, then back to bed 😀 Unfortunately, I never seem to wake up in a tropical paradise, which would totally negate the bad day, right? 😀

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  8. Days like that SUCK!!! No way around it. I’m sorry you had such a horrible day Sandra!

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  9. Sophia Ball says:

    Ugh. I hate those days that Just. Won’t. Quit.

    The worst part about such days is that you know they’re happening, every little thing keeps going wrong, but rarely is this happening on a day where you can surrender and just go back to bed. For me these days are usually work days. Which seems like just one more little way the day decides to screw me over.

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