Do you ever have those days that are just up, then down? Then up? Then down? Then down again?
That was my day today.
It started well. Mia was feeling much better today. It was also a work from home day, plus, my late night, so I would get a break in the middle of the day. I was feeling good - not hungry, not angry, just good.
I used the phrase "Awesome sauce" in an IM and immediately started wondering about the origin of that phrase. I picture some dude, eating out. Something with sauce. He loves it! He's like, this sauce is AWESOME!! AWESOME SAUCE! And with that - a phrase is born.
But, what kind of sauce? BBQ sauce? Alfredo? Marinara? Clam Sauce? Ham Sauce? Marjoram Sauce? And that is the point that I shut off the Dr. Seuss in my brain, and moved on.
Mia had a banner day. Decided to find out exactly how much water my bathroom towel would hold, while I was on a conference call at work. Couldn't stop begging for lunch, and a new movie. I couldn't wait for nap time. All the while, I'm being emailed and IM'd left and right at work, and just ready to be done. I also got bitched out by a customer, via email, so it's recorded forever and ever, Amen. And she keeps ending her emails with "Have a great day!" so that I want to find her and choke her.
Frustration has set in. I'm done. The kid goes to take a nap, I can finally log out from work, and I go to workout. I do an hour to help burn off frustration. I'm feeling better when done, and The Little is awake, so it's off to get sissy and hit up the grocery store.
Guess what? My Mia decided to steal a candy bar. So, we marched right back in, and gave it to the nice lady and we tried to scare my 4 year old straight. She doesn't want to go to jail. Plus, she doesn't get to wear dresses for the rest of the week, only pants for her. That's right. Pants is the punishment.
We get home, and Mia decides to lay on the cat who screamed and was limping. The cats ok, but this kid! Terrible 4's, maybe? Then, once dinner is served, and I'm back to working again, she's in the bathroom - AGAIN. The water is running, again. I go in there, and she has filled the sink with water, and stuck her head in there. In trouble, AGAIN.
Such is the life, right? Tomorrow will be a better day. Mostly, because she'll be back at the sitter's and I'll be physically at work.
Don't you just love those passive aggressive emails with a dash of politeness at the end which is basically a bitch slap.
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My son once dropped an entire mega box of tampons in the sink and let the water flow. Yup...fun times
OMG - the tampons. I can only imagine! I'm glad they haven't found those and tried to see what they could do. Although, don't ask me how I know, but they can be fun rockets. :-)
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