One of Those Days

How was my day?
Thank you for asking!
Well, it was unproductive...
one of THOSE days.
What days?
Those... you know,
the ones where things
just seem to conspire against you.
Or maybe I'm conspiring against myself;
I'm not sure which.

It was one of those days
where you wake up far too early
then crash and burn later on.

One of those days
where you spend 30 minutes in line
trying to run a simple errand
and then run out of time
because your child needs picking up.

One of those days
when you collect her from swimming
and think it might be nice to go for a swim later,
only to sleep through the relevant session
due to being up since dawn.

One of those days when you're sat at home
with your hay fever and your migraine,
your tablets and sprays and inhalers,
then the other child texts you from the beach,
which make you wish you'd thought of going there!

One of those days
when you start the weekly crossword over text
but you and your friend can't seem to get it together
and it remains uncompleted.

One of those days
that started with good intentions
which just don't work out.

So when you ask me
what I did with my day
this is why I'm sometimes mystified—
stuff happened!