Dear Tuesday, August 9,

My complaints against you are numerous.  My grievances are as follows:

  • My fuel indicator light lit up on my way to work, meaning the dealer who was shuttling my car to Dallas and back twice ran my car to “E”.  Had to make an unplanned stop to the gas station to refill.
  • I noticed some service-related damage to my leather steering wheel.  AWESOME.
  • I didn’t realize until I pulled into the parking lot at daycare that it was Graham’s weekly splash day, and I’d forgotten his suit and towel.
  • I was informed by our [very sweet] teacher that it was 8:05 and, per the new school rules, Graham was not supposed to have a snack provided from home.  Of course, we all let him eat it anyway, but – as I usually arrive at daycare between 7:50 and 8:10 – now I fear that half the time I’m going to be leaving a tearful, angry boy who doesn’t understand why sometimes he gets a snack when I leave and sometimes he doesn’t.
  • Project-related work frustration made me want to bash my head into a wall.  Repeatedly.
  • I had to use my lunch hour to drive down to the dealer to retrieve the umbrella stroller I’d left in the trunk of the loaner.
  • Work strikes again.
  • Work takes no prioners.

However.  To be fair, August 9, you were able to turn it around in the final hours.

  • I arrived to daycare in the nick of time to avoid late charges.
  • My boy, who has been fighting me tooth and nail to keep from leaving school, was excited to see me and ran at me with arms raised, saying, “Up!”
  • We had a delightful car ride home.
  • Grilled cheeseburgers and a smiling husband/daddy were awaiting us when we arrived at the house.
  • Graham kissed me with big “MWAH!” kisses before bed.
  • A little husband and wife we-both-work-in-service-roles-and-totally-GET-each-other-on-an-entirely-different-level-now commiseration over a glass of Kim Crawford goes a loooooooong way.

Thank goodness August 10 seems to be learning from your shortcomings.  We are getting along much better.



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