It’s not over yet, but I’m over it.
It being Monday, of course.
How much did I hate today? Let me count the ways…
3: Number of times the baby woke up between midnight and 5:30am
7:29: Time I received a text from the babysitter’s sister reporting that said babysitter was too sick to work
8:00: Time I am supposed to start work
1: Frantic phone call to my mom begging her to let me bring the baby over
6 million: Things I had to do to get the baby and myself ready to head over to my mom’s
7:59: Time I left the house. And no, my mom does not live one minute away.
7: Droplets of gasoline in my car’s gas tank
4.76: Price per gallon of gasoline at the station by the freeway on-ramp
15: Number of times I’ve told people (thus far) about the ridiculous price I paid for gasoline. Seriously, people: $4.76!!!!!!!!!!
41: Minutes late I logged into work
4: Number of things I quickly discovered I forgot to pack in my mad rush to leave the house
102: Approximate temperature the baby spiked shortly after arriving at Grandma’s
0: Amount of baby Tylenol I packed in the diaper bag (I’m sure Grandma loved her trip to the drugstore with a feverish baby in tow…)
250: Approximate count of pathetic whimpers I heard from the baby while I worked (sick baby = saddest sound ever)
1: Number of delicious Chipotle burritos my dad brought me for lunch. At least one awesome thing occurred today!
300: Number of times I apologized to and thanked my mom for being a Certified Lifesaver
0: Number of chilled Caffeine Free Diet Dr Peppers in my fridge when I got home. HOW COULD I FORGET TO PUT A NEW PACK IN?!
0: Number of activities not involving “sit in Mama’s lap” the baby was interested in engaging in this evening
2-1: Current score in the Yanks-Orioles game. The 2 is not the Yankees.
9:45: Time I have to go pick up my sis at the airport tonight. This day may never end…
Is it Friday yet?