Haley and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

Not being a morning person, it takes a few minutes for Haley to rouse from bed, especially on a Monday morning after being able to sleep later on Saturday and Sunday. And on this particular Monday, she should have known it was going to be one of those days when she woke up to a little brother poking her and peering at her inches from her face. But, she rose to meet the day, looking only slightly rumpled and dazed.

It only got worse as she dressed, made her bed and (YIKES) remembered that she had not done some of her homework. Yes, it was beginning to look even more like it was going to be one of those days. Things went from bad to worse as she scrambled to access the internet to do her homework only to realize that the internet was not working. After a frustrating 15 minutes of clicking and unplugging and plugging, it was not looking good. Haley would just have to tell her teacher that she had forgotten to do her very first homework assignment. Yep, it was going to be a bad day.

We left ten minutes later than normal to go to school that morning because of the homework fiasco. And lo and behold there was an accident on the road to school. And yes, Haley was late. By ten minutes. Fortunately when she got to school, the bus riders were also late and heading to class. Unfortunately, they had gotten late passes and Haley had not.

So, Haley's homeroom teacher sent her to the office to get a pass. While walking to the office, the assistant principal passed in the hall and asked Haley to step in her office where she explained that Haley's shorts were shorter than the required dress code. (Now here's where I come to her defense because they were not that short. Trust me she wouldn't have left the house if they had been). So she had to call me to bring her some new pants. Fortunately she was able to return to class in an oversized Cario Ambassador t-shirt (which looked more like a dress). Unfortunately, a Cario Ambassador is a rising 7th grader who assists the 6th graders during their orientation. Which of course made some of her classmates ask her if she had to repeat the 6th grade. This was definitely going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

Things started to look up a little - well where can you go but up when you are near the bottom? Seems you can fall flat to the bottom. You see Haley had packed her lunch on Friday. She had taken some fresh fruit and did not eat it. Which of course would have been fine had she not forgotten and left it in her lunchbox the entire weekend. And to make things worse, it had leaked. So she was carrying around a bookbag that smelled about as good as she was feeling. Which was rotten.

When I picked her up from school that afternoon (yes that was my third trip to the school that day), I asked how her day was. She looked at me, rolled her eyes and said "Don't ask." Yes, it had been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

But Tuesday was better.