5:15am, The Boy banging on his bedroom door and yelling for help. He wanted milk and a granola bar.
6:30am, Woke up to husband telling me that our refrigerator wasn't working...again.
7am, Rolled out of bed to realize one of the cats had left a hairy turd on my pillow, nestled against my head. (I'm assuming it was a cling-on and not an intentional gift.)
7:20am, call from TSS that she is sick
8am, realized while driving The Boy to school that they weren't going to let him go to swim lessons without his TSS
9:15am, reminded once again that I'm married to the best guy ever