Today was a Monday. Such a Monday.

It started with having to chase down the bus because we missed it (and having to deal with the bus at all because I got a bollocking about being late everyday. Which, to be fair, I have been late every single day since school started because I’ve been taking the kid to school). Then I had meetings for a solid eight hours after which was a fun filled impromptu visit to the shoe store because Duncan had only one wearable shoe left when I picked him up from his after school class. The last day of class, the one where the kids put on a play that I missed because so. many. fucking. meetings. Then there was a trip to Walgreen’s because the Boy and I are both sick… and it’s possible that my affinity for NyQuil is slightly unhealthy. There was dinner and homework in there somewhere, as well as bath and bed time enforcement. A conversation about the merits of fucking and/or fighting as tension relief and a kitchen that is much cleaner as a result of my angstiness.

Now? I just want to sleep.