Monday I had one of those days where just every little thing went wrong. The Hungry Caterpillar’s Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day. Just to mix up our children’s books a little. 😛
To start the day, I got an email telling me that I had been scheduled to do a thesis reading for the very first slot–which is to say, November 9. November 9?! I can’t have a thesis together by November 9! The deadline is in March, for crying out loud. For not the first time this week, I started bawling.
I am all waterworks this week, friends. Something’s up.
November 9 might be a realistic deadline for the fiction and poetry students at our school, who have a three-year program and get the last year just to take thesis credits without workshop, but the CNF students only have two years and take workshop all four semesters.
Anyway, complain, complain. The point is, I was upset. And it wasn’t until I talked to my professor Tuesday evening that I received any kind of reassurance that I wouldn’t be forced to read on that date.
After that, I rode to school/work (it’s the same thing now), and discovered that…ack! I’d forgotten my lunch. I’d taken probably 30 minutes in the morning to prepare a lunch and save me a little bit of money, and then left it sitting on the couch.
I also had to lesson plan, respond to my students’ homework, and read a 50-page novella for my literary translation course on top of the additional burden of now having to find myself food.
Teaching, as it turns out, went okay, and I made it through enough of the novella to understand and participate in discussion. When I got out of discussion, though, I was exceedingly hungry–and discovered that I didn’t have my keys. I looked and looked around for them, went back to my classroom, went the library to check my email and see if my instructor had perhaps emailed me that they had been left behind or put in lost and found…nothin’.
But I did finally find my keys–they were in an inner pocket within my front backpack pocket and had slipped down where I didn’t see them. So it could have been worse.
I ended up eating my packed lunch for supper
I suppose it shouldn’t have been surprising, given my crabby mood, that I was also really struggling with less-than-healthy thoughts about my body. I was feeling a bit bloated after my recent attempt at eating a peach, my pants were tight (I think maybe I tossed them in the drier), and I felt…well, you know. A word beginning with ‘f.’
I ended up spending the evening mostly just reading blogs and vegging out.
Fortunately, Tuesday was better. Besides discovering that my car needed a $500 new part. :0 I talked to my professor about my unreasonably early scheduled reading, and my memoir was also up for workshop, receiving some very positive responses and helpful feedback. I definitely feel back on track again now.
I got through. I ate enough, I prioritized what I most needed to do, and I let the rest go. And sometimes that’s just what you’ve gotta do to get through the day.
So here’s what I’m wondering now. Do you remember how Alexander’s day ends? Because it’s been a long time since I read that book, but I suspect it ends on a positive note.
I love it when children’s books are honest about the stuff in life that kinda sucks.
Do you have a a favorite children’s book?
When was the last time you had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day?