Friday the 13th

I'm really not a superstitous person, but I'm begining to believe in all the myths surrounding Friday the 13th. Today is (yep, you guessed it) Friday the 13th. My day started out horrible. My son was possessed this morning. He woke up in a bad mood and it got worse as the morning progressed. He didn't like the shorts I tried to put on him, his socks were pulled up too high, his shoes were too tight and he refused to brush his teeth. Oh yeah and he kept insisting that his boonaa (a.k.a. buttocks) was scratchy.

So, after managing to get everyone dressed, fed and packed up for the day, we headed off to daycare. Today was "bring your favorite ball to school day", but Grant didn't feel like participating and wanted to leave his ball in the car. For the past month Grant has been leaving his boo (a.k.a. pacifier) in the car while at daycare. Well after we made it into the building he decided he needed his boo. I told him no, that he was going to the big boy room and couldn't have it. He threw a very public tantrum right in the middle of the daycare lobby. The tantrum continued for twenty minutes as I tried to settle his sister, Gwyn in her room. Teachers tried to calm him down, but I think he scared them. I was very tired, so I gave in and went back out to the car to get his boo. By this time, I was very anxious to get to work.

I made it to work at 10:00 (right on time). I spent the first half of the day finishing up a project I started yesterday. I left for lunch. After parking, I dropped my keys under my seat in the car and spent 15 minutes trying to reach them. Lunch went well. I returned to work and discovered that our database crashed and the work I completed yesterday and this morning was not saved. That's when I decided to create this posting to vent.

Now that I feel a little better, I'm going to redo everything I did yesterday and this morning and pray that I make it through the rest of the day safely. I'm also really hoping that Grant's possession has worn off.


Bye for now,

Me