I know it’s a bad day when we arrive at school to find a dead bird lodged in the radiator of my car. The girls take one look at it and declare me a ‘bird murderer’ and run into school crying.
I know it’s a bad day when we are at the park without a toilet and someone needs to poop.
I know it’s a really bad day when he tells me he’s not wearing undies and the poop just rolled down his leg and onto the ground.
I know it’s a really, really bad day when he doesn’t tell me that in time to stop me from standing in it.
I know it’s a bad day when the baby eats a huge bowl of broccoli, then spews green down the back of my white t-shirt, but no one bothers to tell me until I take it off hours and hours later.
I know it’s a bad day when I get invited to school assembly to see my girls play their violins and I can’t find the ear plugs.
I know that some days are just like that…
And I know that tomorrow can’t possibly get any worse…