Okay, it's not Monday, it's Tuesday, but it feels darkly Mondayish to me. Today was going to be this fantabulously awesome day. I take Mr. F to work, go pick up groceries, play at a few local shops that are outside of my walking radius. It was going to be epic.
Then the fix-it man came..again...and there was massive traffic, and I got lost, and I remembered I needed to go to the doctor and a long list of other ands later happened and I just wanted to burst into tears.
Then the traffic lead me to the post office where there were two packages from the homeland waiting for me. Paper and junket for me, pudding and sweaters for my tall guy. And my nice neighbor offered me a frappuccino to help alleviate my dramatic sorrows. (Didn't have time to take him up on the offer or to explain to him how I don't drink coffee...we'll tackle that conversation later.) And the list of ands went on to remind me that things were going to be okay.
Even if it did feel like a Monday.