Apparently, I'm on a roll with the whole "bad person/wife/mother" thing this week.....
I did not attend Man-Child's game on Friday.
"Gasp! The nerve! What kind of mother are you anyway?!" I can hear you all asking.
Well, I have good excuses (notice the "s"?). It's been a crazy week. (Excuse #1). The new top dog started this week. Since I don't work in that department it shouldn't be an issue.....but this week it was as we had to prepare for the presentation that our department had to give on Thursday. Which meant that the majority of the department went a little crazy (because they are "last minute Louie's.") (Excuse #2).
Also, I have had the pleasure of waking up on the wrong side of the bed every single morning this past week (Excuse #3) for no apparent reason. Friday morning took the cake though (Excuse #4) as I woke with a headache like you wouldn't believe and was exhausted (aren't you supposed to be refreshed and pain-free upon waking?) only to stumble into the kitchen to discover that we were out of coffee (despite my reminder to someone to pick some up) (Excuse #5). And, as we all know by now, Gigi in the morning (even with coffee) isn't a pretty sight.
I proceeded to feel pretty lousy throughout the day (Excuse #6) which I know was directly related to allergies - even though I tried to stay on top of the medication throughout the day. It didn't help that I've been a little down this week (Excuse #7).
Upon arriving at work, I was assaulted by the mob (Excuse #8) all day long.
Then we have the fact that Hubby has apparently mastered the art of annoying me to no end by just breathing (Excuse #9).
Altogether, this means that getting in a car with a man who can't even breathe right and driving with him to a game that is an hour away (do the math, people. That equals TWO hours in the car - one of which will include a very smelly, stinky Man-Child) meant that I would surely lose it on Hubby (whose only fault is that he can't breathe right) (Excuse #10) and that it would all turn out very ugly.
So, in the end, I decided it would be best for me to stay home, take some more allergy medication and go to bed early.
And, upon reflection, all this probably means that I'm just a bad wife - and a good mother. Because really? A good mother wouldn't let her child witness the kind of mayhem that could have possibly ensued had I gone, with a headache and not feeling well, in the car with a man who just can't breathe right.