So, I'm driving along in my 20 year old vehicle the 30 mile trip to work this morning. I get about 10 miles into it, and BAM!!! my car dies. I manage to get my car on the side of the road....and call my boyfriend. He is 35 minutes away, but says he'll be there as soon as he can. I'm freezing by the time he gets there and then we try to pull my car with his truck and I just couldn't do it. I had an emotional breakdown. I had no babysitter (mine is being difficult...but that's another story...) so my dad was watching my daughter. My car is dunzo. And yeah, it's only Tuesday. Anyway, we finally get to my parent's house and my dad says I can use his truck for the day. So I got to work an hour and a half late, but they let me stay late so I wouldn't lose any hours.
Just when I decide the day might not be so bad after all, this big family of kids and their mom come thru my checklane. The little boy is crying and the mom doesn't seem to care or notice. Soon, the boy vomits all over in my lane. Wonderful. Just SUPER.
To top that all off, when I got home from work.. I was changing my daughter's diaper and poop got EVERYWHERE.
I just need to go to bed and pretend this day never happened.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
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