Life in the Burg

Lainey had her first tardy today. She wouldn't tell the school secretary her name. She was too afraid. I don't think she's ever talked to her before.

Brady and I were 35 minutes late to our meeting this morning. It was either take a shower and be late or be on time and probably not get a shower the rest of the day.

I made it to school in time for kindergarten pick up, barely. I left Daddy babysitting Brady via cell phone in our running van while I ran to get her from the pick up line.

Brady was late getting dropped off for an afternoon playdate.

I was late getting to Cub Scouts, where I'd volunteered to substitute. I had to leave early to get Lainey to ballet.

But she was late to that, too.

Which meant that I was late picking up Brady from his play date.

And then dinner didn't get on the table in time because my clock has been behind all day, so when the financial planner showed up for our scheduled appointment, we were still eating our dinner- eggs and toast.

And then, finally, I sat down and was allowed to feel the angst, anger, frustration, and aggravation I'd been feeling all day. And it all came out. In snide, rude, short comments to Tyler in front of the financial planner. I'm sure that guy thinks I'm the witchiest wife in the Burg. And while some of my anger was correctly aimed, most of it was just me lashing out about my day.

So now I feel a little guilty- okay, a lot guilty. Tomorrow will be better, right?

I should've known where this day was heading when I left for my morning walk...

10 minutes late.