Today is just not MY Day!

I'm three years old, stand at about three feet tall and can't fully understand people yet. I'm as cute as a button, and this is my tale of how I had a bad day.

It was a cold, wet and rainy day. I'm stuck inside with nothing to do. I am alone playing with my Dolly's, just having a really bad day. I get up and fall right back down. I try again and before I even get to standing, I'm already on the ground. My parents are somewhere in the house doing work and my younger sister is asleep in her crib. I was having fun playing alone, but after about two hours of being alone it gets kind of boring. I need someone to play with, I thought, so I decided to go wake my sister.

I slowly get up and take one step at a time. I'm trying my hardest not to fall, and so far its working(it's this new thing I've discovered called walking, I'm slowly getting the hang of it). After five attempts at "walking" and falling numerous times and hitting my head I ended up crawling the rest of the way. I get to my sisters room and there she is, sound asleep. I took a moment and thought if this was the right thing to do. I mean she had been asleep for about three hours, how long does a baby need to sleep for anyways.

I began to climb up the side of the crib. It was hard because the bars were slippery and it was very high up, especially to a person like me who only stands at three feet. I was doing quite well, I had gotten half way up when all of a sudden she shifts positions. The crib starts to rattle, causing me to let go, as I fall to my death, all I could think about was if I was going to be in trouble because this was not what I had planned. As I lay on the ground in pain I could feel tears starting to build up, my head sort of broke the fall. My sister was starting to wake up, and I was also starting to hear foot steps.


Both of my parents get into my sisters room just before she started to wail like a siren. I was on the ground, and my dad picked me up. I could see the anger in his eyes, the rage. I think he's up set with me. I don't know what I did wrong. I mean all I was doing was waking my sister up because I wanted someone to play with, but I mean come on, I didn't want to bother them.


Before I could even think about crying, I was in my room and once again, all alone. My parents removed my favorite teddy's/dolly's leaving me nothing to play with. Not only did they leave me with nothing, but they left me starving. It was about lunch time when this all went down, and they hadn't stopped to make me lunch. This always seems to happen, ever since they brought my little sister home from the hospital, I feel like they favor her. She's the one who always gets the new toys, shes the one who gets fed, shes the one who always has every ones attention. That use to be me before she came along. Its not that I don't love my sister, its that I'm jealous of her. This is actually only one of the many bad days I have had. I can't wait till I grow up, and am in charge of my own life, but I guess that will take time, so for now I will just deal with what I have. I'm lucky to have a good life like this, so I guess I can't complain.

Resource: Had a Bad Day.