One of those kinds of days

UGH! I just want to scream, kick or maybe pitch a little fit. Yup! I am feeling that way right now. I've seen it modeled to me before by many children in that four or five year old range and I feel like joining in.

Here's how it all began....

Madison tells me that her soccer coach recommended her team to see the UNL soccer players in action tonight. Oh, yes, that's right. I forgot to mark that on my to-do list. So, off I go with my allergies in full swing. I think I could scratch my nose right off of my face. I am itchy everywhere! Scratch, itch, rub, sneeze.....

Now, I am on my way to UNL and I remember there's laundry in the wash that I just washed for the second time. I forgot it yesterday and it didn't smell good today. Don't you hate that when that happens? I attempt to call Andy to find my cell phone is dead. Darn battery! I guess I'll remember when I get home. Promise!

While in traffic around by the stadium, I come to find that parking is $5. Of course, I don't know exactly that amount until I pull up in a long line to read the sign in small print. I have $3 on me and they don't take plastic. So, I need to find a metered lot. I locate one that's only blocks away but, there are a dozen other cars looking for the same cheap parking too. This leaves me frazzled and am now driving home with Madison crying in the back seat of the van. Her crying, which I did not have the patience to hear, made me say this was a lost cause and we are skipping the event all together. In my silly mind, I might have scrounged up another $2 at home to go back and be that "perfect mom" until I was provoked by sobs of an 8 year old.

We get home and I am past crabby to see that my laundry is currently on another wash cycle. Andy noticed the laundry (that is unbelievable in itself) thinking that it was probably left from the night before, so he washed again. This makes it a third time. It better smell great!

You'd like to think that this would be the last of my crazy, bad luck endeavors until you hear this last event.

We were out of bread, milk and lunch meat. I decided I would quickly run and get that at Hy-Vee all by myself. I could use some peace and quiet. Andy asks me to drive the truck this time since it's currently out in the drive way. I grab my purse out of the van and off I go. I find several good buys along with my stable items that I needed. In fact, I think my luck is improving....Ben & Jerry's ice cream is on sale too. Woo-hoo! Yay!

Then I go to the register and I know the sales clerk, Stacy. I am talking more than I am looking in my purse only to find after she's rung it all up that I don't have my wallet or checkbook. I am defeated, furious and annoyed. The wallet and checkbook are in the minivan. I took them out when I was scouring the purse for another $2 for parking. So needles to say, I drive home wrecklessly and retrieved my money to go back to the store to get my goods. Ahhh!

Okay, I'm fine now that I've blogged this story, all calm and collected, so I am going to enjoy this...

(one is for Andy, can you guess which one?) and then I'm going to bed before anything else happens!