Urban Drool

I know I owe you all a vacation re-cap (do you want to hear about how I caught two sharks? Or maybe about how my father got stung by a jelly fish? How about how the Boy and I almost filed for divorce?)

I know I also owe you all a retaliatory post in reponse to the Boy's "Getting Myself in Trouble" entry over at andthentherewaspickle.blogspirit.com.

But...but....

I HAVE A CASE OF THE MONDAYS.


(I cannot believe I just wrote that. A bottle of Rufino Classico Chianti and a plate of my homemade chicken piccata to whomever can identify the movie which illuminated the above phrase.)


Today is my first day back at work (FIE!! I SPIT UPON YOUR GRANDMOTHER'S GRAVE!!! EEERRGGG!!!) and my poor, poor baby is sick. Or, at least, she is overly warm and has really sore gums and is just fucking ready for the weather to get below 70 degrees and for her teeth to cut already.

She was crying and crying and all she wanted was to be held. And what did I do? Did I hold and rock and soothe and comfort her? Did I provide for her every need and make her feel all kinds of better?

I did not.

I put her down in her swing and walked to the door and left.

OK, to be honest, I sat with her and tried to flip through the phone book to get the pediatrician's number, while yelling at the Boy that he was to drive all three of us there so she could get checked out and then he could take me to work but ONLY if she wasn't too sick and he said no, that she would be OK for the day and she didn't really need to go to the doctor, and I had to go to work and I put her down in her swing and walked into the kitchen and cried and told the Boy that I couldn't leave her and I could NOT go to work if she wasn't feeling well and he flatly told me I had to and for 3 seconds I hated him with the fury of a thousands white-hot suns for telling me I had to leave my baby while she wasn't feeling well and THEN I walked to the door and left.

And as I was driving to work (crying the whole way! GREAT!) a caterpilar crawled onto my neck and BIT me and I freaked out and tried to brush it off me and instead of brushing it of me I brushed it into my bra and GEE WASN'T THAT FUN!!

And the coffee sucks this morning.

And the pile of work that was sitting on my desk this morning was so high that I was positive there were giants living at the top.

But? Most of all? My baby needs me today and I am not there. And it hurts so bad that I cannot even hear.