Thursday, July 19, 2007

Sasha's No Good, Horrible, Very Bad (Birth) Day

Before I went to sleep, I had a crying fit of no less than 20 minutes thinking of being 30 and that I only had a few more decade birthdays left and how much closer I am now to death and R told me I was crazy and I could tell it was going to be a no good, horrible very bad (birth) day.

Samara woke me up crying, I found out R was not taking the day off to send me to a spa and there was only junk in my inbox.

I think I'll move to Hawaii.

After Samara took her morning nap, I got a bad email about work and plucked a $50 parking ticket off my car. I thought street sweeping only happened on the second and fourth Thurs, but I was wrong. And I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good very bad (birth) day.

My neighbors are blocking the driveway with their giant van and blocking our window with a giant tent they refuse to take down, I have not taken a shower since Tuesday and it is mug-mug-muggy outside.

I am having a no good, awful, very bad (birth) day.

****Written in the style of my favorite children's book of all-time by Judith Viorst

Check out my essay published today.


Editorgirl said...

OK, it's not all that bad. It's your birthday and birthdays are supposed to be fun, so smile and be happy it really is a good day!

Stephanie said...

Sounds like the perfect segue into my favorite childhood book - "Who Cried for Cherry Pie?" ;) Enjoy the rest of your day; hopefully it's gotten better!

Kristi said...

30 isn't so bad. I'm 31, and I happen to think I'm fabulous. ;)

Happy birthday!