Trying to Pull a Fast One.

I decided to pick up a few days at work. It just turned out that a lot of people were off and that there would be no one in on Monday.  If I didn’t come in there would be no programming.  I decided to work a half day and had childcare lined up. I informed the Man of my 6 day work week.  I talked to my co-worker and clinical supervisor about programming.  I was set. Well I thought I was set. 

I forgot to run it by this one.

I woke up and started getting ready for work.  Easty ran in the room and demanded cereal. Then in the midst of chanting “cereal, cereal”. She stopped. Then she noticed that I wasn’t putting on the usual Mommy uniform of Lulu’s and was actually searching for the most unwrinkled clothing in the closet.  Easty stopped talking and asked me straight up:

E:  Where you going?

Me: I’m going to work.

E: NO go to work! You NO go to work Mommy! It’s MONDAY! -all while she wagged her index finger at me.

Me: How do you know it’s Monday?- completely gobsmacked by the fact that she knew it was Monday & that Mommy doesn’t normally work on Monday.

Easton then proceeded to have a meltdown, or what we have lovingly called the Sissy Hissy. 

Then I packed my bags and proceeded to go on another one of my Mommy guilt-trips.  Just wait until she finds out that I am working a FULL day on Tuesday. I am so in for it this week.

What was I thinking?!

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