Having a half-hour meeting with the CEO, which goes very well, then going to the bathroom and finding a large stain right in the center of my…ahem…lap.
Hearing that my son was in time out at day care for punching a smaller kid in the nose. Four times.
Watching my son’s first guitar recital, which includes duets with Mama, Eeyore, and a hammer. Grammy, who our little rhymer often refers to as Grammy Ptammy, sent Mama’s guitar at my request to accompany my birthday gift of guitar lessons, and also sent 3B a guitar of his own. 3B appears to favor Mama’s guitar for his rock star work and tantrums as well as his avant garde experimentations, while he saves his own guitar for his more intimate material.
UPDATE: Also priceless…finally getting Blogger to put the correct title on this post for the love of all that is holy!