Every day is Monday this week . . .

I swear it's true.

This has been a crappy week.

I thought yesterday was bad. I was excited to go home, go to bed and wake up to a new day. Little did I know, that it was only going to get worse.

Yesterday, nothing seemed to go right. Everything annoyed me. I had no motivation. Scott called to say he was going hunting. I was annoyed and ok with it at the same time. I was annoyed knowing that I was going to have to take care of Wyatt by myself when I was exhausted. But, I was relieved knowing that once I put Wyatt to bed, I could work on my Blackberry. Bob hasn't been happy lately. The battery keeps going dead and I am not receiving any emails.
I took it to AT&T the other day to discuss the battery. Right after the lady played with it, i stopped getting emails. So, I had planned on spending some time trying to get the email set up again.

I picked Wyatt up after a long and exhausting day at work. He fell asleep on the way home. So, when we got home, I decided to lay down with him on the couch for a few minutes. Apparently, I fell asleep.

Scott came in the door at 6:30 and woke me up. Wyatt was not in a good mood when he woke up. It took us until 8:00 to get him thru the evening routine and back into bed.

By that time, I was so exhausted that I just wanted to go to bed. But, I needed to work on my Blackberry. I fiddled with it for an hour and then gave up and went to bed. I should have packed Wyatt's bag for this morning and laid his clothes out, but I didn't.

So, this morning, I woke up on time. But, my back hurt so bad, that I didn't feel like getting up because my back was really bothering me.

By the time I packed Wyatt's bag (I needed to pack enough stuff for him to spend the night at Nana's), it was time for us to BE there, not time for us to leave. And, I still had to pick up some milk and Gatorade at the gas station. Wyatt picked up my cell phone and dropped it. And the battery fell out. I put it together again quickly and received some emails. So, I thought I had solved the email situation somehow.

At the gas station, Wyatt ran around like a maniac while I tried to get everything we needed. As we got to the car, I squeezed too hard on my Polar Pop cup and dumped Mt. Dew on myself. Great.

We got to Nana's and I realize I had forgotten to get milk. I gave her a couple of dollars and kissed the child and headed out the door.

I got to Anderson Road (near where it intersects with Old 37 and the road was closed. So, I had to turn back around and backtrack.

I got to to work in a very bad mood . . . again.

My email stopped working, again. I looked things up online and finally decided to take the battery out and wait a few minutes. Apparently, there is a problem with the network every so often that causes emails to stack up.

I turned the phone back on and got 11 emails. So, I sent myself a test email. Nothing.

So, I'm sitting here cursing Bob and waiting to put the battery back in . . . again!