It's Monday morning

It is one of those days.

I didn't get to sleep till 2:30 a.m. My parents agreed to take Hot Rod for a few days since I have a business meeting this afternoon, but I wanted to drop him off at my dad's work today. Mom told me he didn't work today, but got off around O Dark Thirty. So, I thought he was working overnight or something. Nope, turns out he was working today and I could have dropped him off at 1 p.m. rather than driving an hour south of my house after we went to the Rangers game last night.

Stinkerbelle was furious that Hot Rod was getting to stay, but not her. She had preschool today and mom said she could stay with her later in the week - just one kid at a time. So, she cried for a half hour last night. Then, this morning, she told me she was mad at me because Hot Rod was at Granny's and she didn't like me and she wanted her dad.

I tried to cancel the exterminator's visit to save that money for another week, but he came anyway. Said I could send him the check, which was nice.

Dropped stinkbug off at the preschool and went to the post office. I'm supposed to be getting some free breakfast bars to try out and review on the blog. They weren't there. But, while I was in the post office, someone apparently backed into my car, which I just got out of the shop on Friday for body repairs where someone keyed it and for multiple car door dings, etc.

So, the tears just flowed. I have one of those post-crying headaches now. Blogger won't let me post the gif of how I feel right now, so it will come later. To make myself smile, I went to The Dancing Banana singing Peanut Butter-Jelly song and pictured Pickle singing and dancing to it. He is a hoot.