Monday is also grocery day; not my favorite thing to do. But, for some reason that kid of mine keeps coming to me saying he's hungry, so I have to be armed with enough food to fend him off for a few more days.
Most of the time, it just takes one thing to go wrong and I feel like my whole day is ruined. Today, it was my washer. My washer is on strike and I'm pretty sure it's a permanent strike. No negotiations will take place. This means that because I didn't do laundry this weekend, I will be visiting my long lost friend...the laundromat.
It's times like this when I really wish I had a man around. Hopefully I'll sleep that thought off and be back to normal by tomorrow.