I was hoping that it was Sunday when I woke up this morning because I stay home on Sunday and read the papers and eat chocolate.
It was Monday and it was raining and I had to go to Mother's.
I went outside and picked a lemon from the tree and the branch broke. I ended up halfway across the lawn flat on my back. The grass was wet and it was drizzling.
I'm really not going to like this week.
If I remember, I said this week was for keeping her mind focused. Scrap that.
I now know I'm not very good with two things, babies and little old ladies who are going in for surgery and are in pain and don't know what day it is.
I will begin to self-mutilate if I have to stay more than three nights.
I'm really not going to like this entire month.