I just got onto the elevator, and another guy got on after me. I pushed “4”, and asked him which floor he wanted. He said, “yeah, 4”, seeing that I had pushed it already. My department is the only one on the 4th floor, and it’s a very small department, meaning that I should have known who he was (Remember that Seinfeld episode?). So I felt a little guilty until he started to annoyingly slurp the last of his Dunkin Donuts coffee.

Giving my son antibiotics is the worst part of my day. Squirting this thick chalky substance inside his mouth and making his face scrunch up is torture. And now that he knows it’s coming, it’s become especially hard. Luckily, I give it to him when he’s nursing first thing in the morning and last thing at night, so his eyes are closed and I can’t see the accusations within!!