Kate and the No Good, Horrible....

...Terrible, Mondays-Suck, Poopy Suck-ass, %#&@*$ piece of @*$*% Day.

or something like that...

first, my garage door broke last night, and so I had to park in the driveway - when you're spoiled with a heated (dettached) 2.5 car garage, this is a Big Deal. Thankfully it was warm (40s!) and did not snow last night!

second, my 2nd babysitter for today (#1 does 8-1:30 and #2 comes to relieve her until E gets home from work...)
well she cancelled at 6am this morning. So I had to take a half day from work - on probably what should have been the busiest day for the next six months - I would rather have been there because now tomorrow is going to be that much worse...

THEN, only after I've gone to the bathroom and tried every light switch on the second floor, I slowly realize that we have no power!
LOVED getting dressed in the dark even more than trying to get makeup on evenly without lights...

My receptionist usually gets a few of us coffee every morning - she thought I wasn't coming in today, so no coffee...

after crapping its brains last week, my computer still hadn't arrived from our IT company this morning.

and the state screwed up payment for a large number of claims I billed to them last week.

So I was on another work station, using our webmail and running a bunch of web-based programs when internet epxplorer decided to go all belly-up and closed all my open windows, incuding a long email I was in the middle of composing...

I finally get home (5 minutes late) and the babysitter rushed out to her afternoon classes, and I realized I never asked when Ben's last nap was... or his last bottle/food (he's on his own schedule, which is a loose 3.5 hour cycle of Bottle, Play, Nap, Play, Food, Play - Rinse & Repeat (and throw some spitup and poops in there!)
So after a great, giggly 10 minutes, he begins to rub his eyes (sleepy sign #1) but when I laid him down, proceeded to scream his ever-lovin' head off...
He was this charming self for over an hour...
After some food and some rock/walking, I'm finally able to get him to sleep (and stay asleep during The Transfer - it's like diffusing a bomb!) when - just TWENTY FOUR MINUTES later - guess who's awake?!?!?!

Aaaaaand there goes any work I had planned on doing this afternoon...

Monday decided she* wasn't done with me yet...
*(because who could be this cruel but a conniving female??)
A cocktail was in my very near future, and I could almost taste the alcohol relief as I reached for, and shook, a bottle of cran-pomegranate juice.

A BOTTLE THAT DID NOT HAVE THE LID ON ALL THE WAY.

W - I - N - N - I - N - G !!!!!

The day wasn't complete until we had no less than 3 poopsplosions (in under 2 hours), 2 spit-up sessions (that made it all over his sleeve, my sleeve, my pantlegs from hip to knee, and my fuzzy purple slippers), and 1 large pile of toys that - "dammit, should be all over the floor! NOT on my highchair!! How many times must I toss them aside?!"

Daddy decided to cancel his doctor's appointment after work, and now I'm sitting here with a vodka cranberry - with the damn lid screwed back on properly! - trying to focus on all the work I didn't get done this afternoon...