7 a.m.: The radio alarm wakes us up. NPR briskly announces that the Democrats have taken the House. I’m trembling with glee. No, wait, I’m trembling with cold. I look out the window. It’s pouring rain. The Democrats never said anything about rain.
7:08 a.m.: Once again, I can’t find my slippers. I can’t believe I thought everything was going to be different now.
7:15 a.m.: After coming down with a fever yesterday, Henry wakes up with a normal temperature and claims that he’s well enough to go to school. Thank you, Robert Menendez!
7:20 a.m.: I, on the other hand, am not feeling so hot. Thanks, Robert Menendez.
8:00 a.m.: My waffle is soggy. And I don’t even think gay marriage has been legalized yet.
9:00 a.m.: On the way into school, Henry steps right into an ankle-deep puddle. This wouldn’t have been a problem if even one of our newly appointed Democrats had reminded me to put on his rain boots.
9:05 a.m. As I hug Henry goodbye, I notice that he feels a little… toasty. I run back to my car before the Democrats can disappoint me some more.
10:00 a.m. In front of the coffee shop, it takes me about fifteen minutes to parallel park my car. People stop to criticize my poor technique. Since we moved, I’d been too afraid to even attempt parallel parking. That is, until the Democrats went into power. I just figured they would help, somehow. Of course I also thought I’d get a national health care program.
I’ve never been so disappointed in my life.