No no, don't answer that. I don't want to know.
First, after a night of not much sleep due to kid and dogs and cat... dog wakes me up at 6:00 and insists it's TIME.
Then, I make coffee, sit down to the computer with it, dog comes over and smacks hand and coffee spills all over computer and stack of bills.
Then, Luke wakes up early and there goes my half hour of peace & quiet I was hoping for.
Then, Luke tells me there is something I need to see. Turns out to be cat yack.
Then, I discover a cat mess of another kind in the bedroom.
Then, I decide that's the end of my bad day and I'm going to turn it around. We go to Michaels and stock up on art supplies for Luke. We go to Starbucks and get my fix. Someone calls to preview the house - great - it's all ready and the key is out - have at it. We go to the library and get library cards and are early for story time even. Things are definitely looking up.
Then, when story time is almost over, my cell rings. Well, it vibrates, because I didn't want to be rude if it went off in the library. I look and it's that realator, which I figure is important (to me) so I answer it really quietly hoping that's ok. But it's not ok - realator is telling me she dropped the key down the deck crack and it's GONE and story-time lady is yelling at me to take my phone call outside. Yelling. At. Me.
Yelling at me. So Luke and I scrammed out of there, I'm so embarrassed and don't want to ever go back. To my new library. Which turns out to be a great library. Which totally sucks. And now, instead of going for a walk in the neighborhood and doing art this afternoon as per my great-day-plan, we have to spend the rest of the day driving around and getting a new key in the lock box.
Yuck. I can't stop shaking.