raise your hand (or mouse) if you know what i'm talking about.
one of those days...
had to teach a sock clinic at work today... no one showed up, followed by baby poop, got stuck at work and was late to meet a friend for our weekly coffee date, got in the car and realized that the gas light was on, pull into the gas station... making me more late, had coffee, drove home to the symphony of a screaming child, did some laundry... got bleach on my new shorts, fed the baby... more baby poop... which required more laundry and a carpet scrubbing (don't ask it's gross), wanted to surprise T and mow the grass... started to lightning...resulted in a 1/4 mowed front yard.
i ask myself what am i suppose to learn today?
2 comments:
That does not sound like the worlds best day...not at all.
was the (or mouse) directed at me?
of course- hope your furry problem is less of a problem
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