When I was in elementary school, I had a class assignment to write my own version of Judith Viorst’s “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.” I’m pretty confident that yesterday beat my original version (which I believe involved a “disgusting” breakfast and fight with my brother).
Starting at 12 a.m., yesterday included:
- An endless bloody nose that came on just as I was turning off my bedside lamp.
- An automated call from my bank at 6 a.m. to remind me to shred my debit card that had been “compromised.”
- A three-mile, hour-long commute to work thanks to road construction.
- A high-stress day at work full of back-and-forth dilemmas with clients.
- A letter from my accountant stating that she hoped the delay on my tax information didn’t cause any problems (it did…my taxes are late).
- Hypoglycemia halfway through my canyon hike with no sugar in my pocket.
- A trip over my computer cord, followed by a face-first fall to the floor (by both my computer and me).
As I was on the floor next to my upside down computer, I busted out laughing like a crazy woman. It had been such a bad day and every time I asked myself what else could go wrong, something else did. I knew I had no choice but to laugh at the absurdity of it all. After all, other than a tax penalty, I made it through without any serious complications or tragedies (thankfully, my computer did too).