Sarah and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Morning

Echoing the sentiments of my favorite children's story...... I set my alarm for 7 am - but I didn't wake up until 7:30. My kids had to be to school by 8.

I told my kids they had to hurry and get ready for school but they told me they weren't going to school.

I picked out Karah's outfit - but she didn't want THAT outfit.

I picked out Bradley's outfit - and he didn't want his either. Besides, he wasn't going to school anyway.

I think I'll move to Australia.

They were served cereal and juice for breakfast - but they wanted waffles and "yeggs". While they were protesting, their cereal got soggy and they didn't want soggy cereal.

My bras were in the washer and the only one left was the bra with the loose under wire that stabs me in the armpit. I hate being stabbed in the armpit.

I opened the refrigerator to take out Bradley's school snacks, but the leftovers fell out instead - all over my feet. I hate leftovers all over my feet.

Bradley has two feet - but he only found one shoe.

Do you have to wear shoes in Australia?

I tried to style Bradley's hair with gel - but he demanded hairspray - the one that I hadn't seen in days.

Karah refused her bath last night. She screamed while I combed through the resulting tangles. I hate it when she does the tangle scream.

I told Bryce to poop in his diaper - but he decided he would rather poop in his crib. I hate cleaning poop out of a crib.

I got Bradley to school on time - but forgot his school bag. Bradley loves his school bag.

I told Bradley it was time for me to go so his school could start. He told me I wasn't going to leave.

Kids are excited to go to preschool in Australia.

I saw the sign that tuition was due.....yesterday....they don't like late tuition...and I am the President of the preschool board.

I comforted myself and ordered a biscuit. I drove away and found they only gave me a hash brown. I wanted a biscuit. I hate it when workers forget my biscuit.

I hired a babysitter so I could take my brother to a birthday lunch.....but he forgot I was taking him and agreed to go with his co-workers instead.

A sister would have trumped co-workers in Australia.

I loaded the dishwasher and Bryce unloaded the knives while I was taking the trash out. There's one thing that could have gone worse.

Bryce made me think he wanted to nurse....but what he meant to communicate was that he wanted to BITE ME instead.

Nipples don't get mistreated in Australia.

This has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad morning........

But my mom told me those happen......

Even in Australia.