Take high expectations and dash them using a facade of praise.
Add one bored to death work day.
Sprinkle in bleeding blisters caused by seriously cute but seriously painful summer wedges
Generously apply one bizarrely fussy baby who missed a nap and cried inconsolably for hours on end
Mix it up with the first day of a diet irritation (no sugar, no caffeine = headache)
Finish with a car that has been dealt a deathblow by a blown gasket and the imminent fun of trying to afford another used car, which will cost considerably more than it would've a year ago thanks to Obama's Cash for Clunkers program which depleted the shopping pool of used cars
Garnish with the realization that the new transmission we put in said dead car two months ago isn't even paid off yet.
Sprinkle with the dread of driving my brother's old, scary stick shift truck to work for who knows how long
Finish with a dash of depression over using freelance money and tax return money to secure a new car instead of paying off our financed adoption as planned
Combine ingredients and agitate thoroughly. Let stew for an entire evening.