Amy's No Good, Horrible, Bad Day

It was one of those days when our heorine, Amy, woke up feeling like it was going to be a bad day. Her first thought was to roll back over and close her eyes, but since she had just felt her KISA (Knight in Shining Armor) do that very thing she knew she was to get no relief from him this morning. Again the household alarm of the waking baby, whining puppy and blaring tv of the early waking three-year-old; thus the waking baby and whining puppy sounded. Groggily she gave in and crawled out of bed.

She opened the door to let the puppy out. Joyously the puppy peed at Amy's feet before trotting outside for a roll in the mud. As she began to prepare the bottle for baby's morning feed, the demand for a waffle and milk was made by early-waking three-year-old. Eventually, all needs were met and the morning proceeded with only a few minor hiccups.

Grouchy oldest soon joined the mix, and with it the hourly demand for yet another breakfast course. Soon grouchy convinced early waking to join her in some loud and eventually destructive game, while Amy and her KISA enjoyed the morning paper and feeding baby. That was, until early waking ran in to tell them that something was broken. Upon further investigation it was discovered that the laundry bag's grommets had been ripped out and no longer hung on their hooks due to grouchy trying to put early-waking in the bag.

While deciding what to do, puppy who had just come inside, was found pooping in the bedroom. Amy headed off with her trusty paper towels and plastic grocery bag.

After much fussing and a discussion about what toys are, and what mommy's things are, grouchy and early waking headed outside donning KISA's freshly washed t-shirts to play in the mud. KISA left to slay his dragons, while Amy caught grouchy digging in the mud in the middle of KISA's recently seeded back yard.

At this point the decision was made to forget about the scheduled field-trip to a goat farm, due to rainy, muddy conditions. Amy made her attempt to engage the girls by playing some board games before lunch. All was well, until grouchy determined that life was unfair because she did not win Hi-HO-Cheerio.

Amy fed them lunch and sent them off to play. Early waking decided that she had not pulled her quota of toys out for the day and decided to finish the job. Grouchy determine, finally that she needed alone time. As Amy fed baby, she and early waking began to play an interesting game of matching. Grouchy overheard, and with feelings hurt began to sulk. When sulking did not work she lured early-waking away to find another game in which they could see how many small pieces they could put on the floor for baby to find.

KISA returned to a house that was chaotic and Amy, she just wanted to curl back into bed in the fetal position. But, it was not to be, for although the dragon was slain; the hunting and gathering for dinner must be done. So Amy headed out to the local gathering spot. She hunted and she gathered for a good hour, for she was in no hurry to return to the castle.

As Amy carried her food finds into the castle, whe was surprised to find old dog in the front yard. This made her wonder where puppy was. No sooner, then nosy neighbor showed up with puppy and a lecture about keeping animals restrained, ya da, ya da. Amy secured old dog and puppy again and continued bringing in food. KISA offered to store the food while Amy brought it in. Our heorine made a mental note to reorganize food storage the next day.

Then it was that our heorine realized that the little elves had not come in to empty the dishwasher, nor fold the dry laundry and start another load. Amy made another mental note to fire the elves.

Grouchy and early-waking had entertained themselves during Amy's abscence by building a fort city using every single pillow and balnket in the house. Then nourished their young bodies by eating dry apple jacks out of the box. But grouchy and early waking have eating disorders that prevent themselves from actually ingesting more than half the handful they take out of the box.

Our heroine had reached the point where every noise, every crumb every dirty face, every scattered toy was too much to bear. She turned to her KISA, who stepped up to the plate, and then diappeared into the hinterlands for a mood reviver. Unfortunately, it was slow in happening; and grouchy and early-waking (without a nap by now) were not to be put off. They felt the heorine struggling could recognize her struggle for composure. They were so close to the objective of sending Amy over the cliff today.

Eventually, even heroines sometims have to give up. Amy turned the evening reins to KISA and retreated before any more harm could be done.

Now Amy, she sits and waits for the chance to actually fall asleep. She hopes for good dreams and a better Monday.

Peace,

Amy