a series of unfortunate events.

Maybe your week was bad like mine.

Excuse me for a moment while I channel my inner-Debbie downer.  Because in all of my life, I've never had a week like this one.

Maybe your weekend in the city with a friend (and no kids!) was cancelled due to snow.  Perhaps you and your friend ended up determined to get a night away and walked the slippery streets of your own town, despite everything being closed, queasy after questionable meatballs and checking your watches for the time at 6:30 PM.

I wonder if frozen pipes closed your kids' school for two days? And two of your kids ended up sick.

Did a pyrex pan fall from a top shelf, shattering massive amounts of glass all over your kitchen and ruining 3 meals that you were preparing?

Wait a minute, did someone eat your sandwich?

I wouldn't believe you if you told me you managed to give yourself a black eye this afternoon while doing laundry.

Sadly, it's all true.  I have the black eye, the weary face and the pint of ice cream on my lap to prove it.