I felt awful last night, but I’m chalking it up to surfing the crimson wave & having allergies from hell. LB laid down next to me at about 4:30 am, which I don’t really mind, but combined with the God-Damn Colorado spring snow we keep getting, I needed a crowbar to remove me from my bed this morning.
I threw on jeans and a sweater, hair in a ponytail. No make-up. Eh, its Friday. Got LB up and into her clothes. Immediately she started asking me for her Easter candy. I didn’t have time to argue. I didn’t even have time to make breakfast, so I buckled a screaming almost-3-year-old into her car seat and drove to daycare. Luckily they serve breakfast, but I still felt like crap.
Major Hottie came by the office yesterday, and my co-worker ran up to my cubicle like a teenager, squealing, “Did you see him? Did you see him?” When my boss asked what was going on, she said “Oh, Hanna’s boyfriend was just here.”
The parent meeting was not good. I tried to bring up the whole “Spot” situation to get the other parents’ opinions, but the site director told me that my “personal agenda” was inappropriate for a parent committee meeting.
I said, “Are you kidding? I can’t even tell them why I want to be nominated for the policy committee?”
Nope. I couldn’t even suggest that we use some of our funds to get him a goodbye gift. The next day she had the nerve to say, “I think that was a really productive meeting last night.”
FLOGGING GAG ME.