Good Grief

I'm wrapping up my 2nd full week of being back to work. How's it going, you ask? Well, I was better at this last week. Here's how this morning went.

5:00 a.m. Evy is stuck on waking at 5. Good Grief.

6:00 a.m. I spill corn starch all over the floor and the dustbuster won't suck it up. Good Grief.

6:30 a.m. My eyebrow brush breaks as I lift it to my face. Good Grief.

7:47 a.m. Out the Door

7:48 a.m. Turn around in my neighbor's driveway. I forgot the ice pack for the milk I "generate" during the day. Good Grief

7:50 Traffic is moving 10 MPH under the speed limit. Good Grief.

7:56 A mini-van pulls out in front of me and I have to slam on my brakes to avoid hitting it. I give them a nice friendly "what in the hell were you thinking" honk. Good Grief.

8:02 Pull into the parking lot. Good Grief. Luckily, I'm a state employee so that's considered early.