It can only get better? Um...not so far.

Today, literally, has been the day from Hell.  The devil himself couldn't have arranged a better day for me.  For all I know...he probably did.

It started off like any other day.  I actually woke up with plenty of time to get ready, yet decided to lay in bed until I had to rush to get everything done by 830.  Alexa wasn't cooperative with getting dressed or getting her hair done.  Then as I was getting my snack ready for the day, she grabbed the handle on the stove, causing the door to fly open, and her to fall backwards smacking her head on the floor.  A lot of tears and consoling later, I was still racing around trying to finish getting ready.  I was about 10 minutes late when I got into the car to head to work.

I always call my husband on the way in, and since we are both stressed out, we managed to get into a fight.  Not exactly how I wanted to begin my day.  I dropped my daughter off at daycare and thankfully managed to avoid the daycare director, as our bill is almost a week overdue.  I made it to work a minute late.  So I was already upset by that fact.  They don't appreciate late arrivals, even just a minute.

As I am walking down the stairs to my office, the horror of what I had done hit me.  Step one, brown shoe, step two, black shoe...ARE YOU KIDDING ME???  I have spent all day attempting to hide my humilation under my desk.  It hasn't worked.





Love, Happiness and Pethair (and matching shoes if you got 'em)
Shannon

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