To begin, my darling son woke up early. That's not a big deal, I love the extra time with him. But he has been exceptionally cranky lately. We think he's getting ready to cut his first tooth, and he is in pain and hard to comfort. So I was getting very little done besides hold him. I called Mom and asked if I could come drop him off early. Of course, she said no problem. So off I went to Mom's house in my PJ's, LOL. (Did I mention that my Mom's a saint?)
By the time I got home I was running very late, trying to pack a lunch, get dressed, wash my hair, eat some breakfast, etc. I thought I had it all pulled together by the time my Dad arrived. (he's my ride to work) At 9:15 this morning, I realized how wrong I was. I did not pack the crucial pieces of my breastpump!
Top that off by the fact that my darling husband called me this morning to make sure that I got out of bed ok. (earlier this week our electricity flashed after I had hit the snooze button!) Did I mention how much I love R, and how well he takes care of me? Anyway, the poor guy got unexpectedly sent to Co overnight last night and had no coat or hat with him. He went into a truckstop this morning to get some coffee and guess what? They declined his debit card. That means that I've done soemthing wrong and we are overdrawn! I don't know what went wrong. My checkbook shows we still have like $20. My darling husband was not mad at me at all, though, which he would have had a right to be. I hope he gets home soon today so that he can eat! Poor guy. It's tough being married to me sometimes!
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