You know it's one of those days when your son comes home from the bus stop, one minute after leaving the house, with bird poop on his arm.
And when the most giant bottle of chocolate syrup in the world falls out of the fridge onto your foot.
And when you reach into your kitchen cabinet to realize that a mouse has been in there. And your husband is out of town.
And you go to your eldest's school to preview the family life movies and you get a case of the giggles that you have to suppress. Why I couldn't resist giggling, I have no idea. (I'm giggling now.) I don't know if it was the funny early-90's music with hilarious lyrics about growing up, or the hairstyles and clothes, or some of the phrases they used. I know it wasn't the subject matter that made me giggle, some of it horrified me that they teach that stuff to sixth graders.
I know that sitting in a classroom is not for this old body. By the end, my neck, knees, and back were revolting. I think it was the body discomfort that kept me from losing my cool and giggling like a sixth-grader.
But today is a new day. And it's not going to be anything like yesterday. I can already tell.
Have a great weekend.