Danger!

Sucktastic.  That's what last night was.

Trenton got in trouble at school.  Bad trouble.  Inexcusable trouble.  I was LI-VID when I read the note from his teacher.

He got a spanking.  The first one I've given him in a LONG time.  (Now is not the time for any "spanking squelches a child's personality" bullshit.  I'm in NO mood and while I respect other people's opinions, I'm not polling for parenting advice.)  He cried.  I was extremely upset.  I was angry at his behavior and feeling like I had to spank him upset me... which made me more angry.

Great way to end the night.

But it gets better!

I called my husband on the way to work this morning.  I had a missed call from him.  He tells me my car doors were wide open this morning when he left.  Greatness.  Some punk bitch got into my car last night.  I probably left my doors unlocked.  But you try carrying your purse, diaper bag, 10 month old, etc. in the house AND locking the door.  I should mention that I don't have keyless entry.  But the time I hit the driveway, I'm mentally dead.  So yes, I probably left my doors unlocked.  That sounds like me.  But did I need a lecture, no.  Kiss my ass, Captain Obvious.

It's been on of THOSE days.

My camera, the little pink digital one, NOT my Nikon, is missing.  It was in the console of my car.  As I drove to work I LITERALLY killed 16 mesquitos who'd entered and taken up residence in my car at some point during the night.  Hurray.

Then when I left Carter this morning, he flat out cried.  Raised his arms to be picked up and sobbed.  He is normally grumpy when I leave, but the crying had stopped.

THAT is how my day started.

No wine at home, so I don't predict any drastic improvement, either.