Monday, March 17, 2014

Mondays suck.

I know this well.  From experience.  Personal experience.

Last night, Brat2 told me how to wake her up.  "Just shake my arm and say 'BratGirl, wake up BratGirl!' and make me sit up."  I tried to tell her it wouldn't go well, but she disagreed. 

So, I tried it.  

It didn't go well.

I shook her arm, saying, "Braaaaaaaaaaat Giiiiiirrrrlll, wake uuuuuuup."  

She rolled over on her stomach.

About 5 minutes later, she yelled at me to leave her alone, saying "you're doing it wrong!"


After Hubby left to drive her to school, I tried to get in the shower (at about 7:30).  My cell phone rang.  It was Hubby. "I forgot I have an 8 am meeting, so you need to drive Brat1."  


I managed to get my shower in (no makeup), still get Brat3 on the bus at 8:12, AND get Brat1 to school (albeit 30 minutes late).

I got to work, clocked in at 9:02, and at 11:11 recieved a call to come get Brat2.  She threw up.  


Clocked out for 1 hour + 10 minutes.  Grabbed lunch on my way back.  Will probably end up staying late today.

I suppose, it could always be worse... :)