Bad days: we’ve all had them. I am currently having one as I pull an all-nighter due to The Attack of the Allergies.
This, as that fussing baby I so selflessly brought into this world and into my bed so as not to wake my parents is now snoring blissfully whilst hogging said bed.
But those are nothing. This week my brother and sister-in-law have redefined what it is to have a bad day.
It is when, in the midst of major life-altering events, you leave your vehicle at the train station, only to find it stolen after work. It is to then come home and discover all those passports you left in the glove box from your recent trip led the thief to your home where they also stole vehicle #2.
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I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 