the mouse and the terrible, horrible, no-good very bad day

(with apologies to Judith Viorst)

Yesterday morning I woke up about twenty minutes late and didn't have time to wash my hair, so I had to just let it be and run out the door without getting breakfast.

I could tell that it would be a terrible, horrible, no-good very bad day.

In the car on the way to work, I told my dad that I was miserable because I would have to make a bunch of phone calls that day, and I hate the telephone, especially for talking to strangers. I didn't mention that I was supposed to have done them Monday, and that now I was afraid to start because my boss might overhear and know I'd skipped out on it.

I was ready to move to Australia.

When I got to work, I ... well, if you've never spent an entire day procrastinating on something you really ought to do immediately (or better yet, two days ago), you might think it's not that bad. But being constantly aware of the task and feeling guilty makes for

a terrible, horrible, no-good very bad day.

Then telling your boss.

Then forgetting to get a card for your parents' 25th anniversary.

Then having your mom get really upset that you forgot, even though you remembered to try to make plans.

I think I'll move to Australia.

Except Dad says everybody has days like that. Even in Australia.

But do I really have to be staring another phone-day in the face? :p