The day from heck
First of all, this is the second time I typed this sucker. Yesterday was the say from heck. Not hell, it wasn't quite that bad.
While getting dressed in the morning, I cut my thumb with my toenail while putting on my tights. Gross, I know. Needless to say, I cut my toenails last night. Then I realize that my sweater doesn't look right with my skirt and I have a run in my tights. New outfit.
I stop at the gym after work, calling Micah when I leave so he can order a pizza for dinner. While picking up the kids, I lock my keys in the car. Let me clarify - I locked the keys in Micah's car. My car was getting an oil change. I wouldn't have locked my keys in my car. I couldn't have. I got back into daycare to call Micah to rescue us. When I call, he tells me that he just ordered the pizza, I'll have to wait. I suggested that he call Domino's and ask them to hold the delivery.
"I don't think they can do that," he says.
"Can you call and find out?"
"I don't think they can."
"Can you just find out?"
"I don't think they'll do it."
Grrrr. I'm in the daycare center with my two little ones and I really, really want to use bad words. I growled instead. Then he says that the pizza's there and he's on his way. When I hung up, I realized that he'd have to walk up and get my car first. Ok, just a few extra minutes. Then he calls me back to tell me that he has to walk up and get my car. JUST GO GET THE CAR AND COME GET ME!!!!!!! Holy moly. I'm sweaty, I'm hungry and I just want to go home. Instead I sit and watch Thomas with the kids while we wait.
When we get home, we wolfed down some pizza before dance class. I ate way too much pizza. Pretty good though.
I've had 2 training classes this week, the day from heck, and a java error on my computer. I'm ready for Friday.