It's Monday morning.
The Patriots lost by one silly point yesterday because apparently they forgot how to play football.
Maggie cried all morning because I wouldn't let her wear the cream colored leggings with the hole in them under her dress, which meant everyone would see her underwear. I explained that she could sit like a lady to which she replied that she wasn't even a lady yet.
We were running late but I made sure to cook eggs for Phil and I to start the day off right. Then I watched my eggs slide off the tippy top of my lunch pyramid (because I had forgotten my lunch box at school) as soon as I stepped outside.
They are doing Construction right by my house near the silly bridge that closes for 20 minutes every hour to let boats pass through. Do you know how annoying that is? If the bridge is open, it takes me 5 minutes to get my kids to school. If it's closed, it takes me about 12 minutes. Every minute counts when you're running laTE.
I finally get to work and realize that I have a yogurt I could eat in lieu of my dropped eggs. Except it expired ten days ago. I'm taking a chance. If I die, you will all know it's from food poisoning.