One Of Those Days

Today sucked big donkey dicks! I couldn't get my ass out of bed which is unusual for me. My day normally starts by me bolting out of bed, cheerfully coaxing two girls (not a euphemism. I really mean my kids) out of their slumbering lairs, and jumping exuberantly into the shower while bluebirds chirp because it's a new beautiful day.

Not so today. It was like the devil himself woke up in my place. I opened one eye and shut the other tight. I threw one leg over the edge of the mattress only to be met with frigid hardwood floors. I stumbled into the hall and bellowed at the sleeping heathens in the next rooms. Then I stood in the shower for way longer than usual just trying to wake up.

We were running later than normal (I'm never late for anything that is within my control. My idea of being late is being on time. Yeah, I'm one of THOSE people. The ones who come early. Ha! That sounded like I was talking about sex). I did manage to get everyone where they needed to be just in the nick of time.

Once I got to work the hits just kept on coming. I'm making 24 bank signs that are double sided. So, technically it's 48 signs. I have to get them done soon along with several other projects. I spent the entire morning trying to email some files to a graphic designer. I hate dial up and I hate AOL even more. The shop is in the country and the only internet provider is AOL. Blech! Everything you send through them gets translated and if you are lucky ends up where it's supposed to go. Not the case today. I'm getting pissed just typing this. Nevermind about the computer.

My boss, who is also my stepdad, was in a pissy mood too and being the high strung guy that he is, he yelled and bitched the entire morning. This did not help my mood as you can imagine.

I forgot to mention that I sliced two of my fingers yesterday in Mr. Sign's car. Doing the job that I do, I cannot were bandaids because they stick to the vinyl adhesive.

At 2:30 I got a call on my cell phone that my beautiful little darling, #2 (she's 9), was in trouble at school. This is a child who has never had her name on the board, ever. I've never had a bad report from any school personel. She tries so hard to be perfect that it's bordering on sickening. Her teacher told me this year that she is the only student he has had in 20 years of teaching who is able to perform tasks no matter what is going on around her.

So why did I receive this call? It seems that my precious one wrote a note that was found by another student. The teacher explained that he had to call all parents of involved kids since others found it. #2 was so hysterical that she couldn't even speak. The teacher thought that I could help calm her down. I explained to her that I knew she was upset but that didn't make it ok. I coaxed her into writing an appology letter and that her punishment would be discussed tonight.

Oh, you are probably wondering what the note said. That's the funny part. It said, "You suck! Go home!" I was thinking the worst. I asked to speak to the teacher again and told him that the note could have been much worse. She could have changed one letter and that note would have a completely different meaning. I could hear him holding back a giggle as he said, "That's exactly what I was thinking."

A friend who's son is in the same class approached me after school and said that he had heard #2 was in trouble. He said, "Oh my God! The perfect one really is human!"

Tomorrow has to be a better day because today sucked!