My day sucked, how bout you?

Do you ever wake up and know that your day is going to suck? Had it today. We woke up late. Of course my kids can't wake up late on the weekends when we have nowhere to be. Further proof that my kids hate me.

A. is the SLOWEST moving child I have ever met It doesn't matter what time she gets up, she will end up being late. I can get dressed, clean the house, get a manicure, take a walk and get C. ready before she gets into her uniform and brushes her teeth. This morning I sent her upstairs to brush her teeth. We wait and we wait. After about 10 minutes I go upstairs to see what's going on. She's posing in her mirror. I BLEW!!! Then the tears come and that takes even more time.

Eventually I get both kids to school after C. insisted on trading in his Thomas the Train backpack for the Rainbow Hello Kitty suitcase. I plug in the hair dryer. Nothing. I unplug the hair dryer and try a different outlet. Nothing. I take it out of the bathroom and go into the bedroom. Plug it in. Nothing. I go to the third floor bathroom, plug it in. Nothing. GOD DAMN! GOD DAMN!! For some reason, I started blowing on the hair dryer. Surprisingly enough, it didn't make it work.

I leave the house with a wet head and go to Walgreen's to pick up a new hair dryer. I don't have time to go back home because I have to go to work. By the time I got to work and found a parking space, because apparently it was old lady driving Buicks day at the hospital, my client was there and I had no time. Bad hair day. Okay.

During my session, my cell phone rings and it is the babysitter. She's lost her key to the house. We don't keep a key outside due to the fact that the killer could get in. I finally get a hold of someone with a key to let her in. Mind you, I just cut my client's time in half trying to do this. It was probably best because I was of no use today.

Of my seven clients, three showed up. Luckily they were spaced evenly so that I could not leave early, go in late or take a long lunch. Finally it was time to go. I prayed that I would not get in an accident on the way home. Instead, as I was smoking a cigarette, the wind blew the ashes back in the car and into my eye. Good thing I was on the highway. I finally got home and go to get my hair dryer out of the car. It's not there. I left it at the office. GOD DAMN!!! So tomorrow I get to go through the whole thing again. I did however, recheck the broken hair dryer and yes I blew on it again.

The whole ride home I kept changing the radio station, because like everything else in my car, my CD player is not working. KENNY LOGGINS IS ALL I HEARD!! Haven't I been punished enough?

I walk in the door. The house that I spent the weekend cleaning is destroyed and the kids are brawling. I bought a new couch cover yesterday, because our children have managed to spill everything from juice to pee. I give them dinner, which C. proceeds to spill on the new couch cover. I BLEW!! The worst part was that I was cleaning it, A. asked me if I could scoot over because she couldn't see the TV. I cursed. She moved. I made grand statements like" YOU CANNOT HAVE ANOTHER THING TO EAT OR DRINK FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK!"

Everyone was crying. I am smoking.