one of "those" days

You know it is going to be one of those days when you whack yourself in the forehead with the sunvisor first thing in the morning. Don't ask me how I managed to coordinate the visor to hit precisely on my forehead at a striking force, I'm just talented that way!!

Yes one of those days. It may have been precipitated by an inbox full of emails the night before, but really the visor thing was the "sign."

Surprisingly we make it through the morning relatively unscathed. There is the snail movements, the cranky baby - but all in all we make it to dance class, the bank, Michael's, and even Safeway without further mishaps.

Then comes lunch. Again, seemingly uneventful until I take Michael out of his highchair and place him on my lap, at which point he regurgitates the entirety of the Banilla yogurt he just consumed all over my arm, jeans, and top. Oh the joy of sticky, smelly clothes and sticky arms. Thankfully I can wash my clothes immediately and wear something in the interium.

Not too sure how the rest of the day will pan out. I am set to attend a night of murder and intrigue this evening with some fellow ladies from church, and I've no doubt that between now and then that it will continue to be one of "those" days!!!