A Case of the Mondays

I can't believe the Royal Baby is a boy!  Just kidding.  I'm not blogging about the royal family.  Ever.

I have a case of the Monday's, or more accurately, I had a case.  My day started out fine.  The alarm felt a little early, and I had an awfully hard time leaving Grayson at daycare today, but there wasn't anything jolting about it.  My first meeting wasn't until 10:00 even.  Then I realized that I had a 2 hours meeting at the end of my day.

Ugh.

What made it worse was the fact that the meeting had the audacity to run long.  I had been doing the pee-pee dance in my conference room chair for about 30 minutes, but that and the other 90 minutes I offered up didn't seem to satiate the facilitators.  They had question after question, an additional 20 minutes worth.  Then the bus ride took longer (after I found the nearest restroom).  Then the lines at the grocery store were long.  Then the mustard had expired. 

I was grumpy, and I was starting to take it out on my wife.  Until she set me straight.  Then I looked at my son, and he smiled at me from his highchair.  Then we sat on a blanket outside as a family.  Then there was beer.  Okay... the beer came somewhere after the smile but before the blanket.

So I guess this is a bit of an apology to my wife and a thank you to my son.

I think I'm ready for the rest of the week.