Bad days exist even in paradise, apparently.

Today I have:
~ Accidentally kneed Havoc in the face, leaving a bloody cut that has since swollen into a that-poor-child-his-parents-must-beat-him fat lip.
~ Dumped a very nearly full cup of delicious iced coffee into the dirt.
~ Slammed my fingers in the screen door while trying to avoid doing the same to Havoc.
~ Hit my head, twice, on the corner of the closet next to the bed.
~ Discovered an incredibly itchy bug bite directly on too of an incredibly sensitive bruise on the back of my leg.
And it's only 1pm! There's still so much day left, so much potential for my day to get worse!

Yesterday wasn't much better. Among other, less irksome bullet points of the day, a girl downgraded my favorite rock climbs (and one my hardest sends) to a V0 (it's at least V3, damnit), I was finally hungry but only made enough (delicious) dinner for my usual barely-there appetite, and my left wrist blew out again on the first day I've had time+inclination to climb in weeks.

I'm guessing it's the same old unidentified injury; numbness, followed by deep aching pain from my fingertips all the way up to my elbow, and an inability to close my hand or really even wiggle my fingers. Today it's much better, only a little achy, and I have very nearly full use of my hand again.

Havoc is in the worst mood I've ever seen him in. Oh, lord, is it 5:00 yet? Mama needs a drink.