The terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

   Today's blog post is inspired by this book. I had one of these terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days yesterday. When I think about my bad day in hindsight, as I am sure any one reading this book will  agree, our bad days are really not that bad at all. For example, the poor Alexander did not get a dessert in his lunch box...oh no the horror of it. He should be thankful that he usually gets a dessert at all. Many children would die for his mother's handmade lunch. I had such a bad day yesterday that I deserved, and thouroughly enjoyed, Chipolte for lunch. Oh no, he had lima beans for dinner, but did the poor kid ever think that some malnourished kids never have vegetables for dinner. Another bad thing to happen to Alexander was kissing on the television, yet he is fortunate to own a television, maybe even more than one. His day started poor with gum in his hair, what a lucky kid to get gum before bed. His best friend told him he was his third best friend, how blessed he is to have three best friends. His teacher liked someone's sailboat drawing better than his invisible , and nonexsistant castle, well at least the kid has an imagination.
     I can definetly sympathize with Alexander for when I have a  bad morning, things seem to get worse. My day starts with uncooperative children. Followed by a mad dash to find my keys, only to realize when arriving at work that I don't have the right keys. My coffee was made incorrectly, my classroom is overly cold, my son tore up his pants and.....by the end of the day (only 10 pm mind you) I was utterly exhausted. Yes, I am at this point sounding like a sniveling whining Alexander. I had cried over the most ridiculous things such as finding a lock for my fridge, very cold weather and loud kids. I had other "issues" occur that the drama queen in me only made worse.  The only true reason for my tears was pure frustration on top of a pile of desperation, that was followed by a dash of pessimism, and a failed  test of patience. By the end of the day I was done and I wanted to run away to hide. The character Alexander keeps mentioning that he wishes to move to Australia, which yesterday I completely agreed with him. I was literally worn down and worn out. I know now, looking back, that when I am like this I should just go lie down, not speak to anyone and pray. When I open my mouth, the only thing that comes out is garbled stupidity. I was reminded of this by my best friend, which of course made me cry. Since everything made me cry yesterday, I know that it was not his fault nor his intent to make me cry.

Alexander's mother says the best thing at the end of the book. Everyone has those bad days, even in Australia.