Mama Said There’d Be Days Like This

The bus didn’t show up.  Again.  Panic dash to get the kids to school on time.

The cat threw up in my daughters bed.

We got a note home from dance saying there is a case of head lice at the studio.  (let the phantom itchiness begin and check all the heads!)

The dog won’t stop barking.  Does he not know the squirrels do not understand him?

Something is burning in the bottom of the oven.  It does not smell good.

My car door won’t open.  It’s not frozen.  It just won’t open from the outside which is loads of fun.  Well at least for everyone else at the grocery store who gets to watch a 5 ft 9 women in a winter coat climb over the front seat and unlock her drivers side door from the passenger side.  There may have been cursing.

The chicken I just bought at the grocery store has a truly funky smell.

That is the second “solicitor” to knock on my door tonight.  Even though I have a “No Soliciting” sign up.  They both started they speeches with; “Ma’am, don’t worry I’m not a solicitor.”  Dude.  You lost me at Ma’am.

My youngest splashed “Spray n Wash” in her eye trying to clean cat throw up off her comforter.

My oldest seems to have sprained her ankle at volleyball practise.  Off to the ER we go.

Mama said there’d be days like this.

Pass the wine.

Just keeping it real here in my little corner of the suburbs.