The Good, Bad, Good Day

I was very excited about today, my first day back to work in almost six weeks. I've missed it: the drive which clears my head, dressing up, learning new things, the sense of accomplishment when something is finished, the fellowship. It was a beautiful morning and the traffic was light. Arriving early, I took a walk around the neighborhood before I went in.

Every thing went smoothly at work. I finished project after project, visited with the boss and other employees, played with the dog. I also got a delayed Christmas card that had a nice bonus in it - score!

I was excited about our night time plans too. Tonight is date night, and we have a double date planned with my BFF and her hubby. Dinner at a little bar and pub in San Marcos followed by bowling. Tori is watching Will for us for the night.

By the time I left work, it was drizzling just a little. Enough to make the roads wet, but not wash away the oil and gas deposits. While traveling down a four lane, divided road at the posted 45 MPH, the light in front of me turned yellow. The car in front of me, which was almost under the light, slammed into their breaks and I had to hit mine hard if I wanted any chance of not rear-ending them.

My tires hit a slick spot and I lost control. There were cars to the right of me, in front of me and behind me. When my tires regained traction for just a second, I jerked the wheel toward the median. And I hit the curb surrounding it hard. The curb was at least eight inches tall and the impact shook the entire frame of my vehicle. Fortunately, as soon as my tires were off the slick road I was able to regain control. I drove back off the median and pulled up behind the nervous driver at the red light.

When I got home I was so shook up that I walked up the hill in the rain to meet Will's school bus and didn't drive the rest of the day. While at home, I found out my BBFs hubby was sick and they weren't going to be able to go out with us. And for some unexplained reason, my cell phone just quit working.

I had recently purchased a new plan and phone, and just hadn't gotten around to moving over my contacts. So I did that this afternoon. When Steve got home we decided to just take Will and Tori to dinner and bowling with us. We even invited her boyfriend, Ray.

It was great! The food was amazing. The kids and I split a three way desert tray that had cheesecake, brownie with ice cream, and carrot cake on it. Will was well behaved. Everyone bowled better than normal. And we all got home safe.

In the end, it was a good, bad, good day.

It was a Good day, It was a Bad day

It dawned on me today, that I mostly post about things that go wrong in my life. That is when I am most in need of an outlet. But I also do it because that is when I find the most humor in life; when it's gone awry.

Really, I had a great day today. It was a balmy 67-72. Everything is beginning to bud and green up from recent rains. I had no obligations to meet and was feeling more normal; less sick.

Will and I went for a bike ride, took a walk, played out in the back yard. I laid out on the hammock. We even went out for lunch. I had ice cream after supper tonight. Everyone in my house was in a good mood and kind to each other.

There was laughter, shared stories, and we watched a little TV together.

See, not very exciting.

On the other hand . . .

Will and I had to get up at the crack of dawn and take Steve to work because his truck wouldn't start on him yesterday. Will, who will usually sleep until 9 or 10, was awake from 7 on; making it hard to fill my orders this morning.

After I got my order completed, around 9:30 or so, I tried to take a brief nap. I only wanted 15 minutes. Will woke me up each time I would fall asleep. So I finally threatened him with the corner until he was grown and set the oven timer for 15 minutes. He woke me up when it went off.

Will dropped all seven of my prepared orders in the mud on his way to put them in the mail box this morning. They didn't get to dirty, but then he tried to wipe them off and just smeared mud everywhere. They were still readable; so I mailed them off.

I got very sick right before lunch, before dinner, and about an hour ago. Toilet hugging sick. You would have thought I'd figure out to eat less offensive things as the day wore on . . . but I'm not that smart.

Steve and the neighbor went to get Steve's truck this evening. They had to drag it home; it's really messed up bad. Will and I were just going out for our bike ride as they were leaving. Will decided he didn't want to go, so he takes off for the house leaving me with this cho-cho train of bikes. I head toward the intersection to turn around when Will gets the idea I'm leaving him forever (because I do that you know) and runs into the street screaming and crying.

I stop as soon as I can, which is right behind where Scott and Steve are about to back up. Every time I try to move up a few feet out of their way, Will stops running and starts howling again. Then other cars from different directions show up and they have no frigging clue what to do. I end up getting off my bike totally and leaving it parked on the road. Walking back to get Will; cause really, the rest are adults. They should be able to figure out what the hell to do. But no . . .

Carrying Will, I have to walk back to the bike. And push the bike around the corner before anyone will even move.

We had can raviolis for diner as I forgot to pick up anything to eat and there was nothing else in the house. Will sprinkled the cheese on the pan and then laid the bread on it, so all our bread was stuck, burnt, and had no cheese on it.

I had to run to the store at 8:00 tonight to get dog food, which I forgot for the second day in a roll. I probably would have waited, but I didn't like the way the dogs were eye-balling Will.

Tell me truly, which would you rather read? Which made you smile or snicker? Did you feel a little better about your day, knowing it wasn't as bad as mine?