So I had a teeny tiny, eensy weensy, minuscule breakdown this morning. My daughter vomited in the car, and that really was just the cherry on top of a perfectly awful 6 days. I totally over-reacted, phoned my boss in a state, rushed her off to the doctor’s, sat around waiting for 45 mins, took my daughter home (she really isn’t well, but it’s nothing too serious, we hope) and left her with my hubby, who himself isn’t well.
Then I cried myself all the way to work. I then sat in my car at work, and cried for a further minute, slapped myself out of it, and walked into work.
It’s going to be a long day.