Sooo the day started with the kids fighting over who was going to snuggle Steve where while I laid on my side of the bed alone. Their favourtism is not new, and usually I can shake it off, but somedays it hurts. Then Jack chose to go to daycare instead of hanging out with me for my rare morning off due to cancellations. Not a good start.
The middle of the day found me shaking and crying with anger over stupid redtape BS. My little business is caught in a big business process, and those who are supposed to be helping are doing little but offering comments like "Well this is what you signed up for".
Perhaps my whole day could be summed up by the symbolism of this last story from the day: When I arrived at work, the landlord had someone there painting the outside trim. It was HOT today. In an effort to be friendly, I told him I had a water cooler and a bathroom inside should he need it. About a half hour later he came in to use the washroom. He had a ginormous SHIT. He was in there forEVER and it stunk for an hour afterwards. How gross is that?
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2 comments:
That little 'leaving' was more than symbolic, eh?
HUGS!
Hope the rest of your week is better!
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