Days like these

Usually things seem to work out fine. We get up in the morning, wash and feed the kids, even get them to school on time with a packed lunch. Most of us then get on with our daily chores, whether work or household, whether dead-tired or bright eyed and bushy tailed.

Some days though nothing seems to go right. I'm sure you've all had them. It starts off with the alarm. Desperately, I try to turn off the nasty ringer by hitting the “snooze” button for another five minutes of much-needed sleep. Of course the wrong button is hit and half an hour later I wake up totally stressed. A quick coffee fix would help but I seem to have miss-fitted the filter in the machine, and now have a cup of tasteless dirt that could have come straight out of the sewer. Total disaster. A quick shower should do the trick; the water is cold, of course. Still shivering I put on my clothes. Strange, my armpits feel quite sticky. I realize the deodorant I used was really my extra strong hold hairspray. To top it all off, that time of the month decided to show up. Back to the bathroom, out of OB's, have to use a serviette. No problem till I pull up my knickers. 'Always' or 'Every-Day' is in there, sticky side up. Not a good day.

We are running late so I decide to first bring my youngest to school, and her older sister can walk her into her class while I turn the car. Five minutes saved.
The girls both get out. While I am driving towards school number two it seems very quiet in the car. Oops, forgot to pick up daughter number two after turning the car. A quick U-turn back and there she is, standing at the school gate, laughing. Five minutes lost.
We make it just in time.

Driving back home I stop to get some gas. When it’s pay time I see I've left the house without any money, thank God they know me here, I can pay later. As soon as I walk in the house, the decision is made. The world needs to be saved from me today; I will spend whatever’s' left of it in bed.
When the girls come home I feel well rested and capable of fighting Murphy's Law again. My oldest is in a bad mood; she had made the wrong home work and got a bit of a bullocking from her teacher. My youngest seems happy and cheerful but she's wearing her sweater inside out and socks that don't match. It must be a female thing today, I think to myself – a family hormone problem that make us so clumsy. Until my hubby comes home from work and hits the shower. He steps out of a steamy bathroom with a strange odour around him. The girls and I can't place it at all, and we ask him to show us the shampoo he used. With red cheeks, and a bit irritated, he snorts: Can anyone here explain to me right now, what the hell the dog-shampoo is doing in the shower?

Just one of those days...