I am writing this in the heat of my FRUSTRATION…
This morning has been awful!
I went to wake up P…only to find he had puked ALL over himself in his crib.
I don’t mean a little puke.
I mean LOTS and LOTs of puke.
Puke in the hair.
Puke covering his jams.
Puke all over his sheets.
Puke all over CG.
And I almost puked myself from the smell.
How did I not hear or see him puking in the middle of the night.
I have a video monitor that I keep on high volume?
I feel like a TERRIBLE mommy.
My son slept in his own puke all night long.
On the flip side…he acted totally fine.
Almost like nothing had happened.
He woke up rockstar style…ready to go!
Thank God for that part.
Then….it gets better….
I went to get in my car.
You know, my lovely car that I love so much.
The one that always works properly (ahem).
Yea, it won’t start.
Can someone jump out of the bushes and yell “APRIL FOOLS”…PLEASE???????
Nope, no such luck. No April Fools for me.
So, my car is now being towed to the shop.
The shop where they “supposedly” fixed it on Monday. Yea.
I think not.
If they make me pay for this repair…someone’s gonna be sorry.