For the first time, I am not doing this at home. I am at school, in the library, because I won’t have time to do this tonight. It feels weird.
Murphy’s Law says, “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.” Write about a time everything did — fiction encouraged here, too!
Bonus assignment: do you keep a notebook next to your bed? Good. Tomorrow morning, jot down the first thought you have upon waking, whether or not it’s coherent.
About the bonus assignment, I don’t know how that is going to work out, since I’m going to a youth group overnighter tonight and we aren’t planning on sleeping. Which therefore means I won’t be waking up. But I’ll figure something out.
The prompt reminds me of a book that I read called Ready or Not by Chautona Havig, in the Aggie’s Inheritance series. Basically, a fresh-out-of-college girl inherits her sister’s eight children, and part of it talks about Murphy’s Law, because everything seems to be going wrong. It is such a funny book.
I think I’m going to try and kill two birds with one stone here (in your face clichés!) and do that catch up post. Because the prompt for that one is:
Write about anything you’d like. Somewhere in your post, include the sentence, “I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.”
I’m sure I can work that in somewhere.
I think I’ll write about Erin again, from Day 24.
Today was a horrible day. The absolute worst. Nothing went right. But I should probably start at the very beginning, because, as Maria says, that’s the very best place to start.
Three weeks ago, there was a horrible accident. My ex-husband and youngest daughter were killed on their way to pick up my older daughter from school. I hadn’t seen my daughters in months, because I had been declared “mentally unfit” to be a mother, or something along those lines.
Enough backstory. I don’t want to talk about that anymore.
So today was the day that the social workers or whoever were coming to assess whether or not I was capable of raising my daughter. And everything went wrong.
I woke up to water dripping on my face. The roof was leaking again. I got up, had a (cold) shower, and got ready for the day. Upon entering the kitchen, I realized that the power still hasn’t come back on after the storm yesterday, and the milk was beginning to curdle. Things just went downhill from there.
The sheep escaped. While I was trying to fix the fence, the pot of soup that I had left boiling on the stove (after I managed to get the power back on) boiled over. I managed to clean that up without any mishaps, but I knocked my coffee over as I was putting the mop away and had to clean all over again.
While I was getting changed out of my coffee-stained clothes, I thought I heard a car, but decided that it was probably the generator. After all, I still had so many things to do before they came.
I was wrong about the time. I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock. Nope, I had just wasted the morning away doing useless repair jobs, and they were already here.
I won’t tell you how that meeting went. Let’s just say that spilled coffee was the least of my worries.
Needless to say, I did not gain custody of my daughter. She will be placed into the foster care system, and the situation will be reviewed in a year or so.
I’m not mentally unfit to be a mother. I just need a house that isn’t falling to pieces and a chance to prove myself as a mother, something I’ve never had. I didn’t even get to see my daughter. They kept her away from me because they wanted to make the transition easier.
But what about me? What am I supposed to do? There’s no concern for how I feel about the situation. I just want my daughter back!
Poor Erin. But yay me! That post was full of awesomeness in relation to ticking things off my list (although maybe the actual writing could’ve been better).