Bad days. We all have them. I’m not talking about the life-altering ones where there is a death in the family or a terminal illness is diagnosed. I’m talking about the day-to-day ones where life just seems to kick your butt. I recently had a doozy and the fact that is was *that* time of the month impacted everything that happened. A sampling:
- I was stressed about money and the direction we are supposed to go with employment.
- I had not had a break from the children after a month of quarantine and illnesses.
- I am on the PR committee for an event this summer and felt like too many responsibilities were getting dumped on me. I put my foot down and fortunately a sweet lady came to my rescue.
- I took the kids hiking, something we usually enjoy. Just not that day. They were lucky I did not leave them on the trail.
- I got a speeding ticket on the way home. I cried in front of the police officer and all the way to the house. The children, worried I did not have the money to pay the ticket, raided their own piggy banks.
- I will now have to appear in court next month. Since when are you not able to just pay the wretched ticket and be done with it?
- I had an evil plan to reacquire lice before my appearance and infect everyone in the courtroom but decided against it because then Jesus would be mad at me.
- Jamie, who should have been annoyed with me, brought me flowers.
- It was that time of the month. Or did I already say that?
I whined to my dear friend Isabelle who will be visiting me next month from France and she shared this hilarious doozy with me. Her family was living in Madagascar at the time and were trying to return home to France for Christmas.
- During the 3-hr drive from their home to the airport in Tananarivo (the capital city), Daughter throws up. Supportive Brother catches a whiff and throws up too.
- Arrive at airport. Enraged husband Chris attempts to clean SUV while Isa changes the children’s clothing.
- Only flight departures from Madagascar to France are at midnight. Children became unglued at airport from their stench. Isa kept faith they would soon be boarding. Flight was delayed until 4 a.m.
- Endured night of complaints, horrid smells in dirty airport with thumb-sized cockroaches and mosquitoes.
- Children pass out aboard the plane at 4:30 a.m. Arrive in Paris to discover baggage handlers on strike. Two more hours delay.
- In their stress, they forgot about the TGV (fast-speed train that goes directly to their city) and waited for another train. Had no winter coats. Children freezing. Finally board wrong train at 4 p.m., which dropped them off 100 miles away from destination.
- Isa calls her dad and pleads with him to pick them up. Takes an hour to find him. They collapse in his car, dreaming of hot showers and sleep. Fate has a different plan. Once on the highway, the car dies. Isa and children officially lose it.
- Call for tow truck. It arrives an hour later. Car dead beyond repair. Finally take a taxi and arrive home at 10 p.m.
It kinda makes you want to go on a roadtrip with your kiddos, doesn’t it?! My friend Lisa also chimed in with her own “worst day” rendition that involved scissors, spray paint, boxing gloves, blue ink and flooding. Read about it here.
And so now it’s your turn. Had any bad days lately? And if not, feel free to rub it in!
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. 