and it's only 1:00...

It's been a day. And it's only 1:00...

Andrew's been on this awful waking up at 4 am jag recently. It's killing me. Last night I was so exhausted, I was in bed by 9. Of course, I was still up for hours beyond that freaking out about the mass quantities of work piling up on my desk by the second. Remind me to keep my mouth shut the next time I'm getting low on assignments!

Andrew was up and ready to go by 4:30. Hubby slept through the early wake up call, leaving me to watch the munchkin. Maybe he thought it was my turn because Andrew got up at the crack of 11 - while hubby was still awake - and immediately went back to sleep the second he was picked up.

After watching me fall into the snow and mud on my way out to the car this morning, Andrew decided to forego his own face plant into the muck. It was NOT a good day for a skirt and suede boots. What the hell was I thinking? It was a REALLY bad day for my long white coat - which now must make a visit to the dry cleaners along with everything else I'm wearing this morning.

Drop Andrew off, get to the office. Both of my front tires are basically flat. Not sure how that happened on the 7 minute drive over from daycare.

Hadn't even taken my coat off before my secretary is in my office asking if I've seen the motion that came in in the middle of the night from our idiot adversary... you know, the one who missed the day they taught law in law school. I hate starting my day off with this moron. Especially because THE CASE IS OVER! She keeps writing and calling and emailing and nagging to try to get me to pay for stuff she agreed to pay for back in July. It's now almost February. It's time to give it up lady!

CAFFEINE! I'm in desperate need of coffee! Head into the kitchen, jump the coffee line because people were talking and not paying attention, put the little packet of coffee into the machine and wait. and wait. and wait. and i broke the freaking machine somehow. no coffee for me this morning. damn i'm tired!

Review a set of answers to interrogatories - the most poorly drafted answers I've ever seen. How can you honestly claim that you have no knowledge of whether you worked for your step-dad's company? Give me a break!

45 minutes on the phone with a client who is frustrated he has to sell his condo to pay my bills. Um...sorry? I didn't tell you to bring the case. But the bills would be cheaper if we didn't talk at least twice a week for an hour a pop.

Have to pick up cards over lunch. Can't show up at my ex's wedding this weekend without the obligatory envelope full of cash...

Try to get a gift for my friend's baby shower on Sunday. Buy her stroller. Struggle to get it out to the car. It won't fit in my trunk. It won't fit in my front seat. It won't fit in my back seat. I briefly contemplate trying the damn thing to my roof but realize very quickly: 1) I'm too short to get it up there; 2) the box weighs a ton; and 3) even if I could get the thing tied to my roof, I'd probably kill someone as it slid off while I was driving.

I had to return the stupid thing to the store 10 minutes after buying it. I have no gift for her - but hopefully she'll be too entertained with that story to notice...

So that is how my morning went.