Do you ever have the kind of day that just makes you want to scream? Where everything you do sucks and you just know it?
Today is that day.
I woke up at 5:30 this morning to finish up some work before my kids got up. So I worked away — until I looked at the clock and it said 8:00 a.m — Sh@t. I was just finished my story and went to shut down my computer. I was tired and I clicked “don’t save” by accident — and with one little click, 2 1/2 hours of work vanished. Gah!
Next job: get Charlotte, my eldest, out the door by 8:15. No problem right? I can feed her, make her lunch, get her dressed and de-rattify her hair in 15-minutes? It wasn’t pretty but I did it. Gah!
And then, there was the dreaded dentist, for 8:30. Peyton was screaming because she wasn’t allowed to eat, and she wanted to. Badly. She continued to scream all the way there… Gah!
On the brighter side, Peyton didn’t get any dental work done because her tonsils looked inflamed and since Carson has croupe right now they didn’t do anything just in case. That’s a relief, I don’t think I would have done so well with more screaming. Some times my predisposition to panic makes me highly effective but it also makes my highly stressed! I am just now finishing up what I should have finished by 8:00 this morning. Now I can go downstairs, eat and enjoy my sick kids!