A litany of complaints

Welcome to my therapy session.

Today was one of those days that just kind of sucked the life out of my soul. This snow that will never go away is wearing on my nerves and my walk to the train in below negative, brutally windy temperatures left my face frozen. I was shoved in the corner of the train by some jerkface guy who kept swinging his huge backpack all over the place, knocking into me with every lurch of the train. It took all I had not to swat him.

I got to work and had to deal with HR crap about my hours being short of 40 per week and blah blah blah and WHO CARES? My bosses don't, that's for sure. But HR, oh lovely HR, had to crap all over my week. Guess who has to go to 10% flextime and lose 10% of her vacation days and paid days off? This girl...all because I clock in at 38 hours a week instead of the standard 40. It's ridiculous, I know it is, no need to reaffirm.

Then my lunch was crappy and I was hungry and I ate all the secret chocolate in my stash yesterday so there was none left for today. After that I got my annual review form and realized I haven't made as much progress at work as I would like. Basically the workday sucked so when I left to head home and pick up Noah I wasn't exactly pleased when my train was 20 minutes late. I had to make a transfer to another train to get home today and THAT train was 20 minutes late. When I finally got to my car I realized I was completely out of gas...not even enough to get to Noah's school. But then I remembered that I had asked my husband to fill it up LAST NIGHT and clearly he did not do that. So I went to the gas station...where their credit card machines were down. Its a good thing I scrounged together $20 in cash to get a little gas.

Finally I was off to pick up Noah with ten minutes to get from the gas station to his school...which is at least 15 minutes away. And I hit every light. Every. Single. Light. When I pulled in to pick up Noah, I saw his little face peering out the window and felt like the worst mom ever. I never pick him up late. Never. He was the last kid there. Of course the minute I picked him up he proceeded to have an epic meltdown (oh hey, no nap today, super!) that lasted until I finally threw him in his bed at 7:15 tonight and shut his door. He fell asleep within seconds and now I am going to go lay down on the couch and ignore the piles of laundry and dishes and my husband who did not get me gas.

I am not even going to proof this post or delete it because now I feel a little better after getting all this whining out. The rest of this week better show up and bring the good stuff. And...GOODNIGHT.