Even in Australia

Going along with my anger theme for this week, I pulled out Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by Judith Viorst.  I love this book because it teaches kids (and moms) that everyone has bad days...even in Australia.

Aaron and I read it last night and it was the perfect ending to our terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  Here is our version of the story:

I woke up with bags under my eyes to the sound of my 2 year old screaming.  My 6 year awoke with a fever and a sore throat.  They both have hand-foot-mouth disease...a nasty virus.  I had to break the news to Aaron that he could no longer go to our family reunion which he loves.  Instead he had to stay home with me and his two brothers...one of whom acts like he is possessed when he is sick.  We waved goodbye to Eric and Kaylee as they drove off to Idaho while Nathan screamed in the background.  I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  I think I will move to Australia!

It was a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.  Nathan threw tantrums and screamed all day.  I hate tantrums.  Aaron ate popsicles and ice cream while playing the Wii and watching movies for hours.  I hate letting my kids watch so much TV and eat up all of my ice cream.  Nathan figured out how to open his door even with one of those "child proof" door knob things.  I hate not being able to lock him away when he throws tantrums.  My house is a mess, I have spit-up running down my shirt, I am still in my pj's, did I brush my teeth today?, Nathan peed on my leg, and I am out of ice cream.  It has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  My mom says some days are like that.  Even in Australia.