me and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day and a half

*Spoiler Alert: Pity Party in full swing (The Smiths "I Know It's Over" playing softly in the background - look up the lyrics, no really, Do It) combined with PMS, and "I'm All Alone For Christmas and Really Bummed About It" Syndrome. Read ahead at your own risk.

I hate this place and  I want pack up all my toys and go home.

But I'm in the Caribbean, how could I possibly be unhappy?

Well, it's raining. It has been raining since I got here. I think it started raining when my plane was descending (because the weather was just great before I arrived - I might add that when I arrived in Montreal it started raining there too)  Today, at about 11:06, there was about 20 minutes of sunshine during which I jumped into my bathing suit and covered myself in sunscreen. That did it, it started raining again. Rain is forecast right up until the day I leave.

Good thing I've got a nice place to stay in.

In the place I'm staying if it rains, the ceiling leaks - in three places - and the floor in that room can give you 'shocks' if you're barefoot. The 'door' has two open metal grates that bugs like to fly in through. One of the open areas is to reach my hand through and clamp on the padlock on the outside of the door to lock it at night - no getting out quickly for me. Also the bedroom is right up against the owner's kitchen so every word, every bark, every musical note come through clear as a bell, especially since the bed's head board is against that wall.

The ocean is a 15 minute walk away, and there is a yoga studio there, and little restaurants, and cute things like families with grandparents and kids all together for a "Christmas Holiday in the Fucking Caribbean", just like what my kids are doing  - thanks to ex mommy-in-law dearest - without me. It's lovely to sit out the rain (because rain or not, I going to go be by the ocean, goddammit)  in a quaint restaurant where they make great hummus, until three families that appear so very similar to my own come in and surround me with their happy happy family time.

As Alexander's mom says at the end of the book (Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day in case you didn't get that from the blog's title), "Today was a difficult day, tomorrow will be better."

I sure hope so, because I just ate my last piece of chocolate.

Also, "Beautiful Boy" is likely not the best book choice for me right now, where's Bridget Jones when you need her?

ps. for you who didn't look up those lyrics, you know who you are....


"If you're so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
And if you're so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight ?
I know ...
'Cause tonight is just like any other night
That's why you're on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
While they're in each other's arms..."
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over
Love is Natural and Real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
Love is Natural and Real
But not for such as you and I, my love..."