- First I learned that the 6 containers of bright orange frosting that I rushed out to get for a Halloween party at E's school were no longer needed--and I couldn't think of any possible backup plan for this much orange goo.
- Then I was driving to work and every single light on my dashboard lit up and stayed lit up.
- Then I interviewed two people for a tech writing position and in both cases I knew pretty quickly that we were not compatible. One resume handed to me actually reeked of cigarette smoke.
- Then I took the car to the Les Schwab (famous for their "free beef" giveaways when you purchase a full set of tires) and was informed that I needed a new battery (big sigh of relief).
- Then I get the call that despite the new battery, the car is still not running correctly and it probably needs a new alternator to the tune of $500.
- Then I'm late picking up the kids, and when I do reach E's school, he's waiting for me but he's missing his coat for the fourth time in one month. We search every nook and cranny and come up empty handed and I threaten E with the biggest threat I can muster: the cancellation of Christmas if he loses his coat again (should we be lucky enough to find it again).
- Then I learn that my dad is being biopsied tomorrow.
Obviously, this isn't the worst day ever. I returned the frosting, I accept that unexpected car repairs are an annoying and inconvenient and expensive fact of life, and I have an extra coat for E because I know he is prone to coat loss, and I believe my dad will be okay. Still, days like this remind me of Paul Simon when he sings, "Why am I soft in the middle (when) the rest of my life is so hard?"
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