THAT Kind of Day

You know that the day ahead might be a bit challenging when first thing in the morning you can't figure out what's wrong with your hair until it occurs to you that maybe you forgot to rinse the conditioner out.  On the one hand the problem is easy to fix; on the other hand you can't help but wonder if you should go check what your horoscope says.  Maybe it would be a good idea to just crawl back into bed for the day.

There are two ways to look at it.  My sister and I have discussed the random brain farts we have experienced, and how at our age the possibility of dementia lurks at the edges of our consciousness.  Believe me, finding the milk in the cupboard and the salt shaker in the fridge is something you want to blame on an occasional bad day, not a developing pattern.

That morning it was back to the drawing board - rinse the slimy-ness out of my hair, dry it, and carry on with my day.  Although I wasn't too sure what I wanted to tackle: I had a couple jobs lined up but if my powers of concentration were such that I couldn't organize a shower, maybe I should keep it simple for the next 24 hours.

With my 'that kind of day' experience fresh in my mind I happened to be talking to a young mother later in the week.  If there was such a thing as a Bad Day Contest, she took the gold medal, especially if there was a sub category of 'The Grossest Day Ever'.

Her day had begun with a baby with a head cold.  You know what that means - an over abundance of colourful mucus, an aversion to Kleenex, little baby hands that rub gross yuckiness into their hair and all over their clothes, and great bubbly sneezes that make a person gag a little when they have to wipe up the mess.  That was yuck number one.

Which seemed kind of like a merry stroll in the park when confronted by yuck number two.

The dog barfed.  In the living room.  The only room in the house that has carpet.  Put the snotty baby down, toss the dog outside, and go to clean up the warm, gooey, smelly mess. 

Oh, wait!  Look at this!  Why is the  dog barfing?  Could it be a case of worms?  Gross!  Gross!  Gross!  Do not add to the puke.  Do not add to the puke.  Call husband to get dewormer before he comes home from work.

And not just for the dog.  Need to be proactive about a thing like this.  Yuck.  Yuck.  Yuck

After completing an intensive sterilization ritual on the carpet and putting the baby down for a nap she decided to tidy up in the kitchen.  In sorting through the fruit bowl she found an over ripe banana, not enough for banana bread so she went to throw it away only to discover it was REALLY over ripe and had liquefied in the bottom of the bowl.  If she hadn't just had to deal with the mess in the living room this would have been a minor thing. 

But, she had just dealt with hideous dog vomit; the slimy banana just about did her in.

At this point she probably would have run away from home but her vehicle was in the shop being fixed.

The Fates weren't through with her yet, though.  Toward the end of the afternoon she got an email from the playschool teacher reporting that a case of head lice had been discovered in the student population.  Of course!  This was only natural.  The perfect ending to her perfect day. 

Well, not quite.  Right after the dog got her worm pills she also got a flea bath.  You want proactive?  She'd show you proactive!

It left me wondering what her horoscope had said that morning.

As for myself and my day that started out wonky - I decided to tackle doing books in preparation for income tax.  I know a lot could have gone wrong with that picture but it didn't - I'm all caught up, it's a great feeling.  I also have very soft, shiny hair.

The other job I had on my slate for that day was to reinstall a duvet inside a freshly washed duvet cover.  I didn't push my luck that far.