So Much for Paradise

Somebody called in sick and I had to work 2 jobs today.
Fred cried all night.
Nobody got any sleep.
I chose a shirt that fit good standing but was reeeallly tight sitting down.
I did not know this until I sat down at my desk.
The cat threw up before breakfast.
The cat threw up after breakfast.
My ankle was killing me all day
The cat got sick before lunch.
The cat got sick after lunch.
The car almost ran out of gas.
The cat was asleep on the kitchen counter.
The cat was asleep on the entertainment center.
The daycare called and sent Fred home 1 hour before we were gonna pick him up anyway.
We had to get the Dr.’s office to send an authorization so the daycare could give Fred medicine.
Everybody says the baby is cutting a tooth but the doctor.
The house didn’t get cleaned like we planned.
The chicken we laid out didn’t get cooked.
The sleep we were to catch up on didn’t get caught up on.
The cat got sick on the couch.
The trash leaked all the way through the house and out the door cause somebody didn’t empty his Taco Bell cup first.
Somebody couldn’t find the file of coupons for the baby’s medicine but did find a coupon for a pack of diapers and thought that is what his wife meant.
That is not what she meant.
The baby slept just long enough for us to clean the kitchen and place our nice warm take-out food about 6 inches from our mouths, then decided sleep was for losers.
The baby is again sleeping in our bed cause nobody knows what’s wrong but everybody agrees that it is the only way anybody is going to get any rest.

Yesterday I wrote about the perfect weekend and how several things that are good separately, when combined made for the most awesome weekend ever. Well…it works the other way too.