my day

(image from wikipedia)

do you remember this book? i think i first heard it read by our librarian when i was in elementary school. personally, i always thought it was kind of funny.
(i mean what a day...you wake up with gum in your hair, don't get to buy the shoes you want, get blamed for stuff that wasn't your fault, don't get to wear your favorite pajamas. who wouldn't not want to move to australia after that?)
i'm thinking the humor i found in it can all be attributed to the fact that i am not alexander.

well, let me tell you about my day yesterday, which really started out better than alexander's already because i did not wake up with gum in my hair.

it didn't really get bad until i drove into the parking lot of wal-mart after dropping mck off at school. (i was making a new recipe of chili yesterday in the crock pot and needed some more tomato sauce and rotel.)
since it was before 9 in the morning, there weren't many cars in the parking lot and several spaces near the front available.

(i didn't deceive myself into thinking that i'd actually get a front row spot since i recently had an experience in the same parking lot with a woman pulling in against traffic to steal my spot, me making a comment to her and then coming face to face with her in the greeting card aisle. but that's a another post for another day. anyone wonder why my word of the year is "patience"?)

i started to turn into the spot on the right, but at the last minute decided i'd take the one on the left. (do you ever think about how seemingly mundane decisions can affect your whole day?)
anyway, i opened my trunk and got out of the car to get my grocery bag when i came in contact with something that heretofore (love that word) i had never encountered before...black ice.
my cute sketchers flew out from beneath me and i came down on my left hip so hard that i just laid there for a second wondering what in the world just happened and being grateful that i don't have brittle bones.
i got up, gathered up my bags and limped my way in. within a few seconds i knew i would making a visit to the chiropractor soon as my back & neck started to hurt almost immediately. i got my few purchases, making sure to visit the advil aisle and headed home.
i was sore during the day but didn't hurt too bad unless i sat down.
and then evening came...
apparently when i fell i also hit my right knee, because in addition to the growing bruise on my hip was terrible pain in my knee.
i shuffled around the house in my slippers, barely getting my feet off the ground, and had to use the banister to pull myself up the stairs. i told chris i felt like a 90 year old woman.
add all of that to the fact that i now had horrible cramps and a backache because it's that lovely "time of the month"...i had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day!

(actually it wasn't absolutely horrible because i still had my dinner ready at 10 in the morning, washed-dried-and put away almost all the laundry, and organized the linen closet.)

now i'm thinking that book wasn't so funny after all.