Did you ever have one of those mornings where you feel like you need to document it because otherwise you couldn’t believe it happened?
That was my morning. Barring injuries or death I’d have to say it was top 10 worst mornings.
Get up early-ish (for me) and decide to take a relaxing bath. Start running the water. Nolan wakes up.
Getting ready to leave and Nolan is having a tantrum for unknown reasons.
Get in the car (Josh’s because the A/C went out in our “new” van). Nolan is screaming. Realize we need gas.
Stop at gas station. Push fuel door button. Nothing. Push it again. Nothing. Push it again, button implodes all over the ground.
Looking for button parts all over ground littered with chicken bones. Can’t find spring. Think I’m imagining things and there wasn’t a spring. Put button in. Nope, must be a spring. Find spring. Button is stuck and can’t get it out to put spring in. Try for 5 minutes. Say fuck it, drive home to get the van.
Gate has the wood behind it (so people can’t open it from the front). Go inside and around to open the gate (van is in back yard). Get in van to pull it out front. Realize it’s almost out of gas. Almost have a Steel Magnolias moment.
Transfer everything into van (including child). Get to gas station. Don’t know where Amex card is. Hope it’s in Josh’s car and didn’t drop it when I was parked in this same spot 10 minutes ago. Will look when I get home and hope no one charges a car (not that my limit is that high).
Drive towards daycare. Tell Nolan that mommy is sorry for being grumpy. Stop at gas station near daycare. Get out. Realize I drove there with the fuel door open and gas cap hanging out. Put gas in car.
Drive to daycare. Nolan has a meltdown when I need to leave. Go to work.