Thursday, May 2, 2013
I fell asleep with wet hair, and now I have tangles. When I got out of bed this morning, I tripped on the train tracks, and I wasn't allowed to watch TV, and I knew that it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
When we were eating breakfast, Dom got to have a chocolate Clif Bar. Aleix got to have a chocolate Clif Bar. There were only oatmeal raisin Clif Bars left for me.
I think I will move back to Colorado.
On the way to school, Mommy let Aleix pick a toy for the car. Dom got to pick a toy, too. I didn't have my shoes on yet when they were walking out the door. I told Mommy that if I couldn't go back and get a toy I would be angry. I told her that I wouldn't walk on my own. I told her I would never play again. She didn't even answer me.
I realized it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
At school my swim teacher didn't want me to show him how good I was at swimming freestyle. He put me on the wall. They told me that I should listen to instructions instead of waving "hello" to my girlfriend. They told me that I was having trouble making good choices. Don't they know that's because I haven't gotten a reward recently? I realized it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I realized it because in the parking lot my girlfriend got in her car before I could tell her something very important.
It won't be good enough to tell her tomorrow, I said to Mommy. I already forgot. I'm never going to tell her now, and I'm moving to Colorado.
Some other kids got to play at the playground after school. Guess whose Mommy didn't let him play at the playground.
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
That's the kind of day it was because after school, Mommy had a whole list of chores for us to do. She said if we didn't get them done today, there would be even more tomorrow.
Tomorrow, I said, I'm going to Colorado.
While we were cleaning our room, Aleix started screaming because I had taken his toy. Dom snatched the toy from my hand, and I hit him.
While I was hitting Dom for snatching the toy, Mommy walked in, and yelled at me for fighting with my brothers.
I am having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, I said. Nobody even answered me.
For dinner I wanted cereal. There wasn't cereal. There were noodles. I hate noodles.
The dish water was too hot. I bumped my knee. I couldn't wear my Captain America pajamas. I love my Captain America pajamas.
When it was bed time, Dom took the toy I wanted and Aleix wouldn't stop rolling on my bed. Mommy only read 3 chapters of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
It has been a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
Mommy said some days are like that.
Even in Colorado.