A Week Full of Mondays

That's exactly what this week feels like, every day is Monday.
This morning's fun:
Isaiah upset that he didn't want to go to school, he didn't feel well, he was tired, etc. I bribed him with a honey bun and a dollar. Don't judge me. It worked. However, the delay made me 10 minutes late for a departmental meeting thingie. Damn.
Wore a great pair of boots to work. Halfway through the day, the heel on one broke. My only spare shoes were open toe heels, which were fab in the rain, lemmetellya.
Then mother nature decided she hated me more than usual, and ramped Aunt Flo up to 10, and made damn sure I was out of feminine products.

And just when you sink into woe-is-me, someone calls and tells you of a homeless woman she talked to today, and wants to help. Well, at least it takes the focus off my day!

So Happy That I.....

Last night I told Isaiah that there was to be no school today. After a moment of silence, he decided not to question this unexpected gift. He threw his little arms up and yelled "Yeaaah!" and yelled it so hard that he farted. To him, this was just further evidence that he was, indeed, excited.

To me, it was just another reason why raising boys is so very strange.