My last day of my first week back at work was, strangely enough, the most difficult. I sailed through day two, but hit a wall on day three. I missed the kids. I questioned my decision to work. And the politics of life in an office annoyed the hell out of me.
The worst moment of my day? At 4:30 p.m, Chris and I were offered tickets to last night's Sabres game by my very kind uncle. But - two and a half hours before the first face off, what are the odds I could find a babysitter for my three children? You would think the odds would be pretty good considering I live within a mile of my entire family. Nope. Not a babysitter to be had. Not a one. So with tears in my eyes, I admitted defeat, took one for the team and told Chris to invite a buddy to the game. It killed me to miss the chance to see the playoffs in person. KILLED me. Sigh.
I put the kiddies to bed and watched the game at home, by myself, while I munched chocolate chip cookies and drank a corona with lime. An odd combination, but it worked for me and my pisser of a mood.
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