You know the kind … where nothing works out … where everything that could go wrong does go wrong … where everyone's in a bad mood … including yourself. A shitty day.
For starters it was housework day … and everything needed doing … because I haven't done it. And if I haven't done it … then it hasn't been done … full stop.
I had already cleaned the bathroom … vacuumed the entire house … and was halfway through mopping the floors … when I got this text from Master 16.
Turns out he had been pulled off the bus for wearing this shirt.
Apparently he needed to wear his sports shirt … because he was representing the school while off school grounds. Apparently the normal school uniform doesn't do this. So he was taken from the bus … and sent to detention for the afternoon. This might be the time to point out that his sport is swimming … where absolutely nobody will be wearing a uniform of any kind.
Then I received this text from Master 13.
In case you can't understand his appalling spelling and lazy texting … he slipped over in the mud. He wanted to come home. I didn't let him. He wasn't happy. You might say he was a tad emotional.
Then I discovered that the only thing Master 13 really wants for Christmas is not in stock … and won't be back in stock until March. He wasn't happy. You might say he got a tad more emotional.
Then I was in the middle of cooking dinner … when Buster ran in from outside followed closely by an eye-watering aroma. Seems Buster had managed to find a stray cat poop … for the third time this week ... and rolled his entire body in it … for the third time this week. So I had to bath him … in the middle of cooking dinner … for the third time this week.
How was your
EDITED: In a further sign of how bad this day is … I have just realised that I entitled this post "Hump Day" … which of course refers to Wednesday … though today is in fact Thursday … SIGH!!