I love that book. Judith Viorst did a wonderful job when she wrote it, years ago.
A little boy has a bad day. Nothing goes right, at school, at the dentist, at his father's office. Nothing.
But at night, something goes right, and there's always tomorrow.
It's a classic in our house. It's also shorthand: If you are having an Alexander's Terrible, Horrible, Very Bad Day, you are having a bad day, indeed.
Dh and I are both having our separate Very Bad Days. For very different reasons. In very different states. His involves airplanes and TSA officers, mine involves being overinvolved, a crummy day at work, and three overly needy kids.
So I think I'll go up, go to bed, and start over tomorrow. Heaven knows, it can't get much worse.
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