As a child, my all time favourite story has to be
"Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day!" It starts out
"I went to sleep with gum in my mouth and now there's gum in my hair and when I got out of bed this morning I tripped on the skateboard and by mistake I dropped my sweater in the sink while the water was running and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day."Sunday July 1st was one of those days for our family! There was no gum involved,nor was there a skateboard in the mix. Instead, the day started remarkably well with a well packed vehicle, 3 warmly dressed and excited children and well organised and semi-relaxed adults. This fabulous start to the day lasted about two hours. It was at the point that we sucessfully caught the first lot of Kayla's breakfast in the ice cream container!
It was good that we were well prepared, and once cleaned up and on the road again, it was not too long before the second, and later the third, were also caught and cleaned up.
Thankful that only one of our children feels the effects of travelling, we were a little suprised when we successfully caught Naomi's lunch due to a tummy bug. Once again we repeated the cleaning and consoling process and evenutally arrived in Hamilton, a little tired but pleased to be on holiday and ready to relax.
Our terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day was not complete however!
Stu,not wanting to be outdone by his two daughters, was feeling a little uncomfortable in the stomach area in the early evening. Thinking it was just wind, he suffered through some pains until 9pm when he wisely decided (after some words of wisdom from his wife) that a trip to A&E might be in order. And sure enough, by midnight, he was admitted to Waikato Hospital and booked in for surgery the very next morning to remove his appendix (we're still not sure what important role the appendix plays anyway!)
We were having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day!
As the second last page of my favourite story says...
"When I went to bed Nick took back the pillow he said I could keep and the Mickey Mouse night light burned out and I bit my tongue.
The cat wants to sleep with Anthony, not with me. It has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
My Mom says some days are like that."