Mondays...

If Sunday is supposed to be the Lord' Day, then Monday is Satan's Day. I hate Mondays! I try not to, when I was teaching I tried to have a good attitude about a fresh start and blah blah, but I always hate them. Today has reminded me why I HATE Mondays. Here's the play-by-play and it's only 3:00 pm. (Warning, this gets pretty long)

5:30 AM: Brian leaves for work, Brian comes back into our room to tell me the Bronco won't start (yes the same Bronco whose starter I replaced 2 months ago). He asks if I want to take him to work or if he should just take the car. Being 5:30 in the morning my brain thinks..I don't have any pants on, I can't take you to work without pants, so you'll have to take the car. Leaving me carless for the day.
6:30 AM: My phone rings for a sub job, being carless I don't take it.
8:30 AM: My phone rings for the SAME job (school starts at 8:30). I accidently accept the job and have to call the high school and tell them I can't actually come to sub.
9:00 AM: Sister Nelson texts me to remind me we are practicing the music for the fireside at 10:00.
10:00 AM: Walk to the church, and practice with Sister Nelson. During said practice I had to refrain from loosing my temper about 12 times, and resist the urge to throw the music at Sister Nelson and walking out. See, I don't have a piano, I have a keyboard, and playing on the keyboard is different than playing on the piano in the chapel. Also, 2 weeks ago I was handed a stack of 14 songs and told to learn them, but assured that whenever I wanted to get into the church to practice I could. Well I asked 3 times last week to get into the church and they couldn't let me in. So needless to say I am STILL learning these songs. Today she FINALLY told me which one I actually have to play vs the organist. Which helps, but then she decides that she is going to play piano teacher and play the keyboard with me while I play the piano and count out load, tell me to use less petal, faster, slower, etc etc. I had played the song 2 times before this morning. I finally just played the right hand and bit my tongue.
11:00: Brian calls me while practicing and asks me why the registration for the Eclipse is not in the car. I tell him I left it in there and I have no idea where it is. I go home to find the registration.
11:30: Find the registration, Brian comes home for lunch. He had a Dr's appointment today, because he doesn't make weight. He can pass his PT test but has gained 20 lbs back in a month, while working out 2x a day, and eating healthy. He is exhuasted all the time, the list of whats wrong goes on and on. Thyroid come to anyone elses mind? The Dr. informs him that there is nothing wrong with him, but he will take some blood just in case. Then he goes to report to Alpha battery where he was assigned 3 weeks ago. Well Bravo battery also had him on their list for the last 3 weeks. So he now has to inprocess into a different battery. The 1st sergent is pissed at him because he hasn't been there for 3 weeks (not his fault, he went where they told him). And informed him that rather than deploying in Feburary with everyone else who came from his AIT and after actually going to training the 1st sergent is pushing to send him in November. Without having trained with the rest of the unit, or on the weapon he would be using.
1:00: Brian takes the car back to work, here I sit carless. With a pregnant woman who moans and goans about every 30 seconds. Has been into the hospital/Dr. 4 times in 2 weeks because she "hurts". I have never been pregnant, but she has a little thing moving around in her and  its gonna hurt a lot more before its all done.
I think I'll go watch Vampire Diaries.