The Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week

What would be the crowning achievement to what has been a horrible, horrible week?

....umm, realizing you booked your flight to Chicago for the WRONG DATE on the way to the airport!

...and then, being told it would be another $700 to fly out tonight... or I can fly standby first thing tomorrow morning. Since I blog for fun, not profit, I'll be at the airport at 4 am to get on a 6 am flight.

I have freaked out, cried, and kicked myself repeatedly because I have no one else to blame for this but ME. My husband and son have been so sweet in comforting me, but I was still so mad at myself that I had to call a friend to vent about it.

"Oh, it's just 'mommy brain'. You'll be fine once this is all cleared up," she said before she laughed at me. "My goodness, this could have happened to anyone," she continued once she regained composure. But it didn't. It happened to me!

I know it's not the end of the world. I do HAVE a flight to Chicago and worst case scenario, I'll just miss the first day of BlogHer (gasp!). Let's just say, I'm looking forward to it and wishing I was there more than ever now...

So what made this such a "horrible, no good, very bad" WEEK?

For starters, it began with a cold. A miserable, achy, stuffy full-bodied cold... in JULY. Personally, I think colds have no business happening in summer. They're for warm blankets and hot soup season.

Fortunately, the steady stream of DayQuil (non-drowsy, my ass), hot tea in the middle of a Texas summer, and actually "napping when the baby naps" has somewhat restored me.

One would think I'd at least have a deep, sultry Kathleen Turner voice to show for all my trouble.

Nope. I wake up sounding like Beaker.

My son is also teething again and seems to be up to molar a week. While I don't have any of my own recollections of what it was like to cut teeth, I can only imagine how painful it must be. As his mommy, I am very sympathetic. Of course, I would have prefered that my son let me know about his great pain at home rather than at the lovely baby shower we attended this morning.

He was just fine before we left, but his mood quickly changed once we arrived. He rammed push toys into the furniture, screamed at the other kids, cried if anyone other than me held/sat next to/talked to him, and I got to be that mom who "can't control her kid". We left right after our gift was opened.

So, you see, I was REALLY looking forward to a few days off... which made me hate myself even more for screwing up my flight!!!

Well, see you tomorrow... I hope.