Where you just can't win?
My kiddo was too tired to get up, so we were running late. The he wanted some hugging, and pulled me over, but when I stepped to the side to catch us I stepped on his foot. So then he was crying.
My van's check engine light came on again, so I had to take it back to the shop I just paid $760 to last week to fix the check engine light.
We were out of bread.
I woke up with a headache.
The house was a mess, dishes undone, clutter everywhere.
I didn't get the laundry finished over the weekend, so what was folded was still in baskets, with plenty still dirty, and I had to find my clothes.
Kiddo came downstairs dressed in red-white-blue Spiderman tie dye shirt and Halloween orange and black shorts. (Where do boys get their fashion sense??)
I'd had it.
I took the child to daycare, called in to work that I was going to be late, and drove to the mechanic's. They fixed my van (again), then I went to the chiropractor and got the headache taken care of.
Then I called in to work again, and took the day off completely. I called in sick of work.
Then I took a nap.
My day improved after that.