Yesterday Pudding asked me to read her Alexander and the the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. Pudding likes this book, but it goes in phases for her, and she hasn’t been interested in reading it for several months. I wondered if there was a reason for her choice….
I went to bed with Daddy in my room and then I woke up and Daddy wasn’t there, and I was scared. I went to Mummy and Daddy’s room, and they were asleep, so I had to wake them up to get in their bed. Daddy had to get out. Even though it hadn’t started yet, I could see it was going to be a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
When I woke up it was still dark and there were no birds singing yet, so I had to make noise instead. Mummy is grumpy, so I keep talking and turning until she cheers up. Eventually I hear Daddy get up, so I decide it is time to go downstairs.
Daddy wants me to do my therapeutic listening program, but I don’t want to. I don’t like wearing the head phones, and I don’t want to listen to that music. I pull the cord out of the CD player and Daddy makes me do it again from the beginning. I get my pink yoghurt on my Hello Kitty nightgown and I start to cry. It isn’t even 7 O’Clock, and already it is a Terrible Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
I think next time I’ll move to Australia. …continue reading





