- Started off fine; woke up in good mood and so did Elliot
- Post-shower, Elliot is having a breakdown. Discover the reason: Ash didn’t feed him his bottle (WHAT HE HAS DONE EACH MORNING FOR THE PAST 8 MONTHS)
- Feed bottle to E right before leaving for daycare
- Arrive at daycare – on time – realize E has spit up milk, presumably from all that motion
- Which is why he drinks a bottle then sits with Ash for 30 minutes
- Walk into daycare to find his regular lady out, no sign, nothing
- Change E into a different shirt, find nearest woman and drop E off
- Watch E start crying at this realization: Miss Crystal is not here
- Leave daycare feeling like a horrible mother
- Call Ash and ask him to please remember to: feed bottle in morning, take things home from daycare each day, admit when wrong, for that drives me INSANE
- Drive into town looking for gas along the way
- Remember that people are fucking idiots and at the news of a TX hurricane, ran out to buy gas and emptied our stocks. You fuckers are completely stupid. Don’t let fear rule your lives!
- Managed to get coffee on the way to finding gas station with gas; which didn’t happen
- Got into work at 8:05
- Drank my coffee, closed my eyes, took a deep breath and restarted my day
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Sounds like someone’s got a case of the Mondays (and understandably so). Hope it gets better for ya!
Sometimes it’s the littlest things that get to us. Just breathe and let the moment pass, because at the end of the day – dark chocolate makes everything all better.
So do: baby smiles, doggy kisses, hot showers and peanut butter sandwiches —- at least for me. 🙂