The last twenty four hours have been, well, not necessarily ideal. When I first started mentally writing this post last night I was pissed (excuse the language), and I was mad at the world. So I decided to walk myself through a series of questions with the Sucko'meter to determine whether or not the day could truly claim to have ... sucked.
Day in question?
Wednesday July 31, 2013.
Sucko'meter: Let's start at the beginning of your day.
S: Did Sebastian wake up earlier than usual?
S: At an ungodly hour early?
S: Then what time?
M: Seven a.m.
S: Shut up.
S: Were you able to eat breakfast and lunch?
S: Were you able to get some more unpacking done?
M: A little.
S: Were you able to get out of the apartment?
S: What did you do?
M: Go on a walk.
S: Was it enjoyable?
M: Because it was hot and I was pissed.
S: Why were you pissed? Did anything awful happen?
M: My bike was stolen.
S: Stolen? Okay. Well, that sucks but it might not constitute your entire day sucking. Continue.
M: I walked outside to get the stroller and noticed my bike was missing. Jacob's was still there (and so was the stroller) but mine was gone.
S: What happened next?
M: I decided to continue on my walk but I called and texted Jacob repeatedly until I got a hold of him. Then I called the Apartment Complex office and found out what to do about the bike, and then I got more and more angry.
S: Why more angry?
M: Because I started thinking about how this was my second bike to get stolen in less than twelve months and I was mad that we hadn't learned. Furthermore, I was mad because I was getting mad at my husband.
M: Because he had said he'd get the bikes and stroller all locked up.
S: Why didn't he?
M: Because he's been really busy with work and coming home late.
S: Was he the only who could do it?
S: How does that make you feel?
M: Awful and stupid.
S: When was the last time you rode your bike?
M: ... silence ...
S: What could have happened that would have been worse?
M: Jacob's bike could have been stolen and/or the stroller.
S: Why would that have been worse?
M: Because Jacob's bike was more than twice as expensive and nice as mine, and he will need it all next year to commute to and from school. And if the stroller had been stolen then I would have been eternally stuck in the apartment with the baby for the next month.
S: So what happened next?
M: When I got back from the walk I had to lug the stroller, the remaining bike, and a unicyle (don't ask) up two flights of stairs. Then I found my lasagna had bubbled over in the oven leaving a layer of burnt black sauce and cheese.
S: Was dinner ruined?
S: Was it bad or good?
M: It actually turned out really well.
S: Okay, so moving on. Was Sebastian difficult from that point onward?
M: No. He was actually a really happy baby.
S: Describe "happy."
M: Cooing, talking to me, smiling really big. Giggling.
S: That negates a lot of the sucky points you've acquired so far. Things aren't looking good. Did he then turn bad for you? Would let you bathe him?
M: No. In fact, he happily sat in the little shower seat in the bathroom while I showered, then he let me bathe him without any fuss.
S: Then how'd the rest of the evening go once Sebastian went to bed?
M: Well ... I decided I wasn't going to let the incident ruin my evening so I opened a bottle of wine, lit some candles, and waited for Jacob to come home so we could eat burnt lasagna by candlelight.
S: Sounds romantic.
M: After the day it was more of just wind-down than romance.
S: So you had a candlelit supper with wine once your hubby returned ... what happened next?
M: We watched an episode of West Wing then went to bed.
S: So let me summarize -- Sebastian made you get up earlier than you have been used to but still not making you get up before seven; then he behaved for you practically all day, even letting you get some unpacking done; you were able to go on a walk, during which you discovered your missing bike; no one was hurt, and they took the least used item that was down stairs; then you returned to a less than ideal dinner that was still edible; your baby turned on the charm and behaved the rest of the evening; and you were able to have a candlelit supper with your husband and watch a West Wing episode?
S: Sorry. Your day didn't suck.
M: What?! What do you mean?
S: Just not enough sucky points. You actually scored really low.
M: But the bike!
S: That doesn't cut it, babe.
M: You've got to be kidding me.
M: Not at all?
S: Not at all.
M: Ugh. ... do I get anything?
S: You are allowed to be ticked off about the bike.
M: What about pissed off?
M: Why not?! It was stolen!
S: Yeah, but that was kind of your fault.
M: But but but ...
S: Stupidity undoes your allowance for pissedoffness.
M: This sucks.
S: No it doesn't.
M: Shut up.