Whine

This day can only get better. It started at 4:00 AM or so when Lydia woke for a non-hunger or diaper-related issue (potentially teething) and thus, so did the rest of us - even the cats. And once the cats are awake, they want food. And the smaller black and white one will cry until he gets it, or until he gets chased around the downstairs and locked in the basement where we can't hear him. But then he rips the carpet to shreds so we've stopped doing that. Aargh.

Anyhow, once I gave up on sleep, I got a call from the sole member of my carpool this week, who stated in far more detail than needed that he was sick. But Terri needed the car for Lydia's appointment, leaving me one option - Terri's step-dad's beater truck. Of questionable roadworthiness, its features include a license plate that reads "Redneck", a non-functioning gear display, a decomposing steering wheel, and a gas tank cover that flaps in the wind. It also had no gas.

Once at work, late (naturally) and reeking of cigarette smoke, I had to deal with a handful of phone calls that one can only expect to receive on a shitty Monday morning. Then I realized that I had forgotten my iPod at home. Then I, wahhhhh...

Now that I've written it all down it doesn't sound so bad, but MAN was I ripping this morning. It took my whole Thermos of coffee and some leftover pizza to calm me down (to remember for next time).