Wednesday the 11th is the new Friday the 13th. That was the day that my lunch break ended in a break down. Pay close attention to the Wednesday fiasco part of the link.
It's all good though...after reading a few other blogger's posts about the superstition of the 13th, I pondered what happened in my day that could be related to unlucky-ness......NOPE, NOTHING. As a result of working some OT last night, I was able to get out of work at 2:00pm today. Although- after working through my lunch I felt ENTITLED to leave at ten minutes of 2:00pm. Ask my husband, I never seem to get out on time when my plan involves taking personal/comp time. I am usually on the losing end of about 10-15 minutes. But today, I was picking my 8th grader up from school on a rare occasion that he had no after school activity or practice. The normally late, speeding to get everywhere, crazy person that I am actually pulled up in front of the school with 5 minutes to spare. Should I mention that after the overtime that I worked, I was in the supermarket at 1:00am buying fruit and valentine cards for my daughter's party today? Anyway getting to the school early allowed me to sit quietly and catch a glimpse of my TALL, getting wicked old and incredibly cute, maturing son in the sideview mirror as he strolled down the sidewalk to the car. He was in a good mood instead of in a mood, said hello and began to converse about his day and his plans for the evening. For a brief moment all was perfect. I told him later how excited I was to be the one to pick him up today.....he said "yeah mom, don't start crying over it". Ahhh. Teenagers. I can't live with him and I definitely can't live without him. That was my LUCKY DAY.
*Happy Valentine's Day*...the more probable reason Greg was in a good mood. He gave his girlfriend a pink carnation today. She gave him two. <3