The Perfect Storm

You know those days when events coincide so perfectly badly as to become the perfect storm? 

It's not a lot of fun in there...

Alpha's unexpected return the job left me with loads of tedious work taking hours a day:

"I'll never be done."

 

I was starting to feel a little bit like this:

"I think I may be going crazy..."

I got my period, so I all I wanted to do was this:

"Just let me die in peace."

Then my son turned into this:

No shit, really--he did! I was shocked too.

My initial reaction was this:

"What did you just say (over and over and over again)?"

So I tried some of this:

"You had better straighten up right now young man!"

After hours. And hours. And hours. And freakin hours, I'm pretty sure I turned into this:

"Kid, you are lunch!"

Then Alpha called to inform me that he needed to change his schedule, so we would not in fact, get one day together in this two week time period.

So my brain did this:

"WHAT?!"

At some point in the day, I may have done this:

"The Universe hates me!"

By evening, this was my general outlook on the world:

"So that's how it's going to be huh?"

I needed some of this:

"Just hold me and love me and make it all go away!"

Or maybe something more like this...

"Now will you beat me until the world disappears, pretty please?"

But who has time for all that when they're quite occupied by building on of these:

Nice place I got here right? There's coffee. But you can't come in.

But he was super sweet so it seemed kind of pointless. Even if I did have a monopoly on the coffee supply. So I went to sleep.

And here I am this morning:

Another day, here I come.

Seriously, that perfect storm thing is crap. If another one comes along today, I'll end up looking like that possessed woman in the Exorcist--my head might even turn all the way around.