And when I found out it was really Thursday, I pouted because somehow I lost a weekday. Because even though Monday's my favorite, any weekday is better than a weekend day in my book.
Because that's when everyone else gets to relax, and I inexplicably get more work to do.
Before you begin to feel jealous that my life is so unscheduled that I can actually lose track of what day it is, know that the other day I hid in my bedroom for an hour to compose myself after having a spitting temper tantrum in front of my kids because they whined a little after I asked them to make their beds. You read that right. I spit.
Losing a day is no picnic, people. Or it's a picnic where everyone ate all the hamburgers before you got there, and you're left with a warm deviled egg and a burnt hot dog.
|How does this happen? Clearly, I need a new system.|