Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Except in my case, "Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day Week" would be more appropriate.

 I am all out of sorts this week. I am ready for next Monday to be here so I can start anew.

Gabe has had a horrible cough- sounds like an old man...it has progressively gotten worse, so I decided to call the doc Wednesday morning to ask about it. They wanted me to bring him in, so now I am back to giving him breathing treatments and he was prescribed a Rx. I am hoping this doesn't mean he is going to have asthma. :(

Tuesday night, I didn't even have time to eat dinner, Wednesday was the doctor, I finally got to work around 1:30, and then on the way home I managed to get a flat tire. I was stuck in traffic for an hour on 65 in the rain with no other option but to drive on the flat.  I made it to the tire place near Gabe's daycare, and of course they were closed. I left the car there, WALKED to Gabe's daycare, and one of the workers drove us home. I mean....really?

So- Dad kindly drove into town to take me to work Thursday morning and deal with my car. Could Friday 5:00 get here any faster? I think not.