I felt like a bit of a Debbie Downer after my rant against Thursday yesterday.
I even considered updating it to say that generally speaking, I have a great life. Maybe I shouldn't pick on Thursday so much.
I went to go wake Derek a few minutes before we needed to leave to get Alex. I usually just scoop him right into the car, and let him have some milk and a snack on the drive. It helps ease the transition a bit.
So I went into his room, rubbed his back a little, and talked quietly as I picked him up.
Then I noticed that he was completely soaked.
Derek, upon the unfortunate circumstance of finding himself woken up, covered in urine, stripped down, and thrown into the bath, decided to just cry for the next 10 minutes.
Then off to school.
What with all the trauma I had inflicted upon the boy, and the fact that the rain was pouring down, I decided that this was the day to try the "car pick-up" lane. You know, the one that's essentially a drive-thru, except instead of a milkshake, you get your spawn.
Once you get into the lane, you're kind of committed, as there is no way out of it.
I pulled into the lane at 3:20.
TWENTY minutes later, I finally have my kid in the car.
It is 3:40. Her dance class starts at 3:45.
So I do not take back my rant against the day.
Nay, I increase it.
But I'm going to do my part to put the past behind me. Friday's been a drastic improvement.
I mean, it really had nowhere to go but up.
Here's to a great weekend! Looking forward to spending some time playing with these sweet faces...