A Long Day

It's not even 9:30 a.m. Let's review so far.

I'm getting dressed and watching Special Delivery on tv, when there's a mom who has twins, one dead and one alive. A little much for me on the due date from my miscarriage.

I'm driving to work, when a cop turns on his lights and Ander announces, "Mommy goes too fast." How does he know these things? I've never even been stopped for speeding before, but now I have my first ticket.

Then, I listen to my work voicemails. A client calls with a complaint that I misunderstood what she wanted and she doesn't want to pay her bill. She is very polite, but I really thought I understood exactly what she wanted. It's just a small bill, and I'll do what I can to make her happy, but it's not a good start to my day.

Did I mention that my stomach is all messed up? Or that I have juvenile court, which is generally very sad, until late this afternoon?

The day should be fabulous. Fabulous, I tell you.

Sigh.

Etcetera.