It's definitely Friday the 13th

friends and readers of the blog, 

as I've advanced further into my adult life I have made a conscious effort to not whine, complain or generally sweat the small stuff to the public at large. my dearest of girlfriends and Adam have to put up with the whining and ranting of raquel on a fairly regular basis, but generally, I try to keep it to a minimum.

this will not be one of those posts.

however, I'd like to make a note that i have had a decidedly awful day. And as Adam is closing and Ellie is at Sarah (Hi Sarah, Happy Wedding Day tomorrow!) & James' rehearsal dinner, I felt that I had no other recourse than to take to the blog.

For Starters,
I had to work today. Within itself, it's not all that big of a deal but I took the job because I only wanted to work two days a week so I could still be home with my little man.

Alas, jury duty called for a co-worker so I picked up a shift. Or MOST of a shift, as reed's two year checkup was this morning.

Which brings me to my next point: I loathe doctors offices.
Not doctors, doctors offices. If my child's appointment is at 10:15, why are we still sitting in the lobby at 11am?
To make matters worse, reed is having an iffy reaction to one of his shots.

All of that isn't really awful, even all together. It's just not sunshine & roses.

However, tonight I was supposed to go to a friend's lingerie shower. Adam picked up a shift, my parents always ask to babysit reed (it rarely happens) so I gave them a call.

After I didn't go to the shower, I told them they could still come see reed if they wanted. In the words of Dr. Perry Cox "bi-HIG mistake" (complete with the hand gestures).

I don't have the best relationship with my mother but I keep trying for reed. And because she's my mom and it would be all kinds of wonderful if we could have a simple, nice relationship. I'll spare the readers the gory details but the visit was over in under an hour, my mother stormed out angry and I honestly feel done with being shown no respect as a mother, as a daughter, as a person.

And so there's my awful day, minus the deets (i just love that word).

And so blog friends, I sincerely wish that your Friday the thirteenth was better than mine.

(And i hope that wasn't too whiney!)