I'm thinking it can only get better...

Ever have one of those days where things just start off badly? Yeah, me too.

After being gone last week, I guess I sorta forgot my morning routine and I lazed around in my pjs a bit longer than I should have. I glanced at the clock and let out a little gasp before getting the girls fed and dressed for school.

After John and the kids picked me up at the airport on Saturday, we stopped for dinner and then did a little shopping at Old Navy. They had jeans on sale for $12 and everyone needed a new pair. The girls found some they loved and had to have, but I'm wondering where the love was this morning. They both cried and refused to wear their new jeans (for various reasons) and I ended up yelling at them. Not one of my prouder parenting moments, but I snapped and it wasn't pretty.

A few minutes later my sister called me and told me that my dad is having a hard time being a patient and seems to think he knows more than his doctors do. It's exasperating, and I feel guilty that she's having to deal with this stuff alone this week. I needed to talk to her, but it made me a little late getting out the door. Well, that and the fact that Abbey had to completely change her clothes, and then she forgot to put her coat back on, and then I couldn't find my purse. I finally gave up and jumped in the van without it.

Bad idea. Very bad idea.

I didn't realize I was speeding until I saw the police car turn his lights on and pull behind me.

I was going 10 miles over the speed limit. Busted.

I explained that I didn't have my license because it was in my purse and my purse was hiding in my house. I could tell the policeman wasn't happy with me. I started crying, but the law had no mercy this morning for crying mamas. Thankfully, he only ticketed me for speeding and let the driving without a license part slide. Since this also seems to be true confession time, I should tell you that I pulled my seatbelt on after I stopped. If you're counting, that's THREE offenses. Bad, bad, bad. Don't lecture me, please.

There's probably only one thing that Sarah inherited from me and that's my punctuality. The girl HATES being late. I calmly explained to her that she was going to be tardy today and that I was extremely sorry. I was sorry for myself too because I took them to school wearing my ratty jeans and fleece top. My hair was CRAZY, I hadn't brushed my teeth, I had on no makeup, and because I wasn't expecting to get out of the car, I wasn't wearing any undergarment support if you know what I mean. If your kids are tardy, you have to walk inside and sign them in. Oh, and did I mention that I was still crying? Nice.

I decided it was too early to start drinking anything stronger than Starbucks, so I jumped in the van with the intention of driving (slowly, slowly, slowly) to the nearest one. But then I remembered I didn't have my wallet since I didn't have my purse.

Let's just say it was a tough morning.

At this point, I decided that things could only get better.

They did.

I called John and he was super cool about the ticket. Huge relief. I didn't think he'd be mad, but I hated telling him that "oh, I did something stupid and now I have to pay $$$".

I stuck my hand in the pocket of those ratty jeans and found $. That hardly ever happens to me. Yay! Starbucks money!

I called to make a hair appointment and got one for TOMORROW!!! I normally have to wait several weeks!

Went to the store (drove s-l-o-w-l-y), got everything I needed in record time, and got home before it started snowing.

Now, I'm off to make a big pot of soup for dinner and am ready for everyone to get home and get in their pjs and spend this snowy evening together. Minimal homework would be nice, but I'm not pushing my luck.