It’s been one of those days. My son’s birth certifcate has gone missing. I need to produce a copy of it to make the St. Paul Public Schools peeps happy. This morning’s screening went as well as can be expected, but I think I underestimated how nerve-wracking it would be…to watch my boy from an observation room, as he furrowed his little brow in frustration and made repeated requests for mommy. We’re happy to be home now, but I’ve just found out about a promising part-time job near my house, doing something I would enjoy. Naturally today is the last day to apply. Going to have to run out to get a few things printed off and photocopied, then hand deliver them with the little man in tow. This could prove challenging. To top if off, I just poured cold coffee down the front of my sweater, managing to get a significant portion of it on the inside, splashing my bra and belly with sticky sweetness that continued on down to my jeans. The extent of the damage is such that I may need to hop back into the shower. And the fact that I haven’t posted a photo in days is irritating me to no end. Will hopefully rectify one or more of these situations shortly. Stay tuned (I bet you can hardly contain yourself).