So…I was late for work this morning. More than a half-hour late actually. I was getting ready to leave, almost on time, and couldn’t find my keys. Then I couldn’t find my jacket. Then I realized, my jacket was in the car, because Jamie was asleep last night when we got home from my dad’s. When this happens, I take him right upstairs, nurse him, and pop him into bed (jammies were already on). So I took my jacket off and left it in the car, figuring it would be easier that way.
Except…I ran everything out to the car last night before we left my dad’s and my keys were in the jacket pocket. And since I was running a little late, the window of opportunity in which MD would have dropped the baby off at daycare and would be passing our exit on the freeway, it had passed. In fact, he was probably almost to work, if not there already. To make things worse, MD is paid hourly, and if he’s on time everyday he gets a $.20 attendance bonus, which we count on to make our budget. And since it was so late, and he was in fact already at work but it was too early for him to clock in, he lost it this week.
And of COURSE, we were pissed off at each other this morning. And of all the dumb things I do, anything involving my keys drives him crazy. Make a mistake in the checkbook causing $100+ in overdraft fees? He doesn’t break a sweat. Run out of gas? Mild annoyance. Keys? Drives him batshit crazy. So you can imagine how thankful I was when he showed up. Him – mistakes happen. Me – wow, that’s very kind of you, thankyou. Him – note the clenched jaw. Me – love you sweetie! Him – yeah.
Happy frickin’ Monday to you too.
