We all have them, those days that just absolutely never go right. The day where you crawl out of bed with the morning sun, and realize your alarm clock had never been set the night before, and you now have approximately fifteen seconds to get to work on time. The day where when you do arrive at work ten minutes late, you look down at yourself and realize that not only do your socks not match but you forgot to shave and now you look like a stylishly incorrect Don Johnson.
I call those bad "day" days, where the only cure is either to just slug your way through it until it's over, or stay in bed all day wishing it would go away. Your appliances don't work, your breakfast is burned, your coffee is either too hot, too cold, too strong, or too weak or all of the above. That's when we want to just push a fastfoward button like we have on our VCRs, and scoot ahead into the future. Let tomorrow's generation have your bad day, you'll take everything else, thank you very much.
Our Mothers down through the generations have always proclaimed about these days. Way back when, George Washington's Mother was talking about these bad day days, and her son didn't even need to chop down a cherry tree to get her attention either. Bad day days can strike anytime, anyplace, with an infinite number of possibilities. Like when you step outside your car on grocery day, with an armload of shopping bags, your car keys in your teeth and you plant your foot squarely on....a patch of glare ice that oddly enough did not seem to be there when you left the house this morning.
Down you go, splat! Up your groceries go, flying all over creation. Your eggs are smashed over here, the bread is smooshed somewhere under the car, there are sixteen apples rolling away to freedom, and you may have swallowed your car keys. You lay there on the ice assessing the damages to your person and wondering just exactly what happened to make the world turn so abruptly upside-down. You lay there for a while allowing melted ice water to seep into your undershorts just because it feels better to lay in that spot than it does to attempt to move. Then you realize that you are lying in something wet and gooey and you wonder just exactly what happened to that second carton of jumbo eggs.
About that time you really begin to wonder if your bad day will ever end, only to take a glimpse at your watch and realize that it is only 10:15 am and the whole rest of the day is still ahead of you, and what a joy it has been so far. Yup, you are having a certifiably bad day. A day like that there is no cure for except to go back to bed and hope the nightmare will end. And you know what, it probably will, because there's no way it could get any worse than this. Until the next time, that is.
