and it is all my fault!

I am having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day (and it is all my fault).
First of all, I slipped down the stairs two nights ago wearing the slippers my husband warns me are too slippery for the stairs and I have grand daddy of all bruises on my thigh so every time I step I am reminded that I am having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day (and it is all my fault for wearing slippy slippers)

Then I had to go to the dentist and not only did the hygenist have to scrape for like an hour because I just "have more tartar than the average, but that's ok dear" but I have TWO cavities and 'hole in my dentin' where strawberry seeds gets stuck. I have to have them all filled. Oh yeah I was told I may have early gingivitis because my back teeth are neglicted from my brushing. No one asked me if it makes me gag to brush way back there, but it does. I haven't had cavity in 25 years, I'd rather throw up (which is saying a lot) than hear the dentist drill. He reassures me that technology has progessed a lot in 25 years and it won't hurt that bad, but I don't believe him. I can still remember almost every detail from Dr Egan's office where I have my first and only traumatic cavity filling. They had this cool oil/water toy in the waiting room and plenty of Highlights magazines to read as I sat pondering my own doom which were the only redeeming memories from that day. So even though I can bring my Ipod to drown out the noise of the drill, I can't believe I have cavities. I am for sure having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day (and it is all my fault for not brushing enough in the back though it makes me gag)

Pleasant interlude to my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day-- I had lunch with my dear friend Fran and we planned a shopping date tomorrow. She did sympathize with my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day and said that even though the dentist says it won't hurt, it does. See I knew not to believe him!

Back to my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I want our downstairs 1/2 bath to be red. Not too much to ask, right. I picked out the paint color, got the supplies and decided with 5 days off this is a project I can tackle. Not to mention I have scores of friends who can parent multiple small children, make homemade meals, hem clothes, paint a bathroom, run some errands, help with homework, pay the bills and make a homemade fork recipe holder (you know who you are) all in one day and I am hoping to paint like 2 x 2 itty bity bathroom in 5 days. Back to my tale... this bathroom has a hideous floral border along the top. So I'll just take it down, easy right? Most of it peels off with no trouble. My project savvy friend Shonna says get DIF- this great blue gel spray stuff to get wallpaper glue off-- so I get it. It says on the front, "no drip, no mess". Ok so why do I have the stuff everywhere and blue globs of goo covering the entire floor making an entire every large mess? Taking down wallpaper is a nightmare and I am starting to think I'd rather get my cavities filled then take down anymore wallpaper. My husband says he told me so and that is why he paid to have our bedroom paper stripped (3 layers) and painted. I thought it was a waste of perfectly good shoppping money at the time but now that I have almost been beat by a little border in an itty bity bathroom, I am thankful for his decision. So as I am balanced one foot on the counter and one on the step stool, scraping until my bicep burns, goop stuck in my hair and all over I realize I am having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day (and it is all my fault because I wanted my bathroom to be red).

** before and after pictures of the bathroom to come-- I'll spare you pictures of the bruise or the cavities**

P.S. My mom says somedays are like this even in Australia.