monday

when you find yourself hunched over and shirtless, rifling through a mess of dirty laundry to find just one clean shirt, just one, and your daughter, who's sick in the next room, cries out so you grab whatever your hand lands on next and you're all out of the ibuprofen and you're all out of the good cereal and it's been raining for nine days straight (nine days straight, nine) and it's so dark in the house, it's like you're living in medieval times, so dark you're forced to turn on all the lamps in the house at nine in the morning and you totally overslept and really, all you want is coca cola for breakfast.