What a shitty day.
Steve's (only) employee called in sick. Then Steve's work truck wasn't working and he spent half the day trying to fix it. Then I had to put Salinger (our cat) to sleep. And then, because the day didn't suck enough already, Steve had to run out to a job where the floor was setting up too fast and they were in danger of losing it and having to repour it. So that meant I had to bury Salinger, which I can assure you, was not on the list of things I do as wife and mother. Shit.
Grace has her first soccer game tonight, which will be a nice distraction. But Steve still has to run out and grab a part for his truck and try to fix it before the game. Which means, basically, that he'll probably have us running late, like usual. [sigh]
I really NEED it to be bedtime so everyone else will go to sleep and I can chug a beer or something. Damn.
I'll be back later.