Just one of those days

When I went to see Ellie over my lunch hour, the daycare ladies informed me that she has been "terrible. a little pill." Yeah, don't sugar coat it for me, thanks. Apparently, she refused to take a nap and was wanting to be held and cuddled the whole time. And with six other babies in the infant room, they aren't able to do that. Poor Ellie. She has this terrible sounding cough that makes her gag and throw up. I keep having these moments where I stop and think, "Oh my gosh. I am a real mom." Like when Ellie throws up on my work shirt and it doesn't even faze me.

After my visit with Ellie, I had 15 minutes to run into Target to buy more diapers, wipes, baby food, and check the clearance racks for cute outfits. Then, at the register the lady in front of me faints and somehow manages to hurt her leg in the fall. My cashier starts crying, all pandemonium breaks loose, and I am all like "shoot, I have to get back to work." So I go to another register. Only to discover that my wallet isn't in my purse. Then I think I might have thrown it in Target's trashcan outside with my McDonalds bag. So, as two ambulances pull up to Target, I am outside digging through the nasty trash. I am surprised they didn't try to cart me away as well. Turns out I left my wallet at the other register with the crying cashier. So...I am 30 minutes late returning to work for my meeting with my boss where one of the topics on the agenda is tardiness. And how we have to start docking our pay for being late. Just one of those days.