Why does Monday have to be so awful? Even if you don’t work a Monday – Friday type of job, it is an awful day. It started out pretty nicely: my son found the money from the Tooth Fairy. He lost his tooth on Sunday on our drive back from Oregon. Sammi woke up mostly happy, if a bit groggy and stuffed up. Everyone was fed and ready to go by 8. Papa (my father-in-law) drove Sol to the bus stop as it was very cold out. I got Sammi ready to head out for his occupational therapy. I get to my car and realize that I have no car seat. It was still in Gabe’s car and he was at work. The extra car seat was in my in-laws’ van and Papa had taken that to the bus stop.
Papa drove the van home as soon as the bus came and I headed out 20 minutes later than I should have. I arrive for my appointment 15 minutes late. Then I am told that I was supposed to have gone to the other location. Frak! I had asked the scheduler TWICE about the location. She assured me TWICE that it was the one I drove to. I wrote it down. I had asked her twice because Mondays are usually at the other location. However, the therapist is getting ready to go on maternity leave and I thought she might be having me meet with one of the other therapists who will be taking over from her. Grrr. It was as if the Universe was against me going to that appointment.
Then I drowned my frustration in a mocha and got a cheeseburger from McDonald’s for lunch. Not the best response, but it made me feel better. I will be running tomorrow.
I also bought more patterns from Hobby Lobby. Shhh. Don’t tell the husband. At least I held off from buying more fabric.
Yesterday, my oldest lost his FIRST TOOTH! It was exciting and fun. He actually became embarrassed by all of the attention. It happened on the drive back from our Oregon trip. I was in a different car, so didn’t even know about until he walked in the door. With a tissue in his mouth. Also, did you know that losing a tooth makes you limp? Hah! I couldn’t help it. I laughed. I am a terrible mommy.
I also realized that as of Saturday, my husband and I have been together for 18 years. Holy cow. I was only 17 and he was 16 when we started dating. Kudos to us.