day sixteen: not my day

My morning:

• I was running late.
• Since I was already running late, I decided to stop at Old McDonald’s* for breakfast. Putting mustard on my sandwich was my fatal flaw, although I didn’t get it all over my shirt until my very last bite.
• I forgot my umbrella at my desk, so I got to walk into my office building in the pouring rain.
• Only to find out that my counterpart was out sick, thus doubling my work load.
• All I wanted for lunch was chicken salad on Ritz crackers, but the convenience store in my office building was out of Ritz crackers (and saltines are not an acceptable substitute).

I realize that these are all very first world-y sorts of problems, but I’m still irritable, although my afternoon has been significantly better. I’m looking forward to seeing the boys and vegging on the couch with Joe tonight after they go to bed, watching all of the shows we’re behind on and eating tons of this dip (which I’m totally making, and feel like I deserve after my crummy morning).

*That’s what Andrew calls it, so that’s what we all call it.