Morning Commute

me = old and tired, originally uploaded by toyfoto.

I never realized how many times I could be wrong in a day.

By 9 a.m. I'd already been wrong about sixty-seven times.

For example:
I'd been wrong about the breakfast.
Wrong about the clothes.
Wrong about the shoes.
Wrong about the status of cartoons.
I'd been wrong about the rain.
Wrong about the car.
Wrong about who got to sit where.
I'd been wrong about every song we sang and every game we tried to play.


It's just that kinda day I suppose.

By the time I go home ...

... well, I hesitate to tabulate the mistakes I will have racked up.

Let's just say bedtime will probably push it into the BILLIONS.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.