T.G.I.never mind

All week I couldn't wait until Friday...I needed a break.  Then Friday came and I woke up for the 3rd day in a row with a pounding headache and sore throat, my kids were in rare form as they insisted on staying in their dirty diapers and pajamas all day (in other words, when I went to change either I was screamed at as if they were getting shots in their rear), took them to the museum and chased them around for two hours, Matt saved the day as he fetched them from me so I could go to MedCheck (I do NOT have time to be sick!), am on my way up north to CVS when I decide that rear-ending someone would be just what my day/headache needed, stood outside in the middle of I-69 for 20 minutes where we didn't call the cops but exchanged phone numbers (luckily no one was hurt and no damage was done), finally get to MedCheck at 12:45pm (yes, it is barely past noon at this point), wait impatiently for 20 more minutes and the woman finally comes out and THEN decides to tell me she is going on a lunch break until 2pm, I sigh the loudest sigh imaginable and scratch my name off the waiting list and walk out in a fury.  As I am carefully driving home sans meds it suddenly dawns on me that I had to pee before I even left for the museum, so I get home, head straight to the bathroom, and realize my zipper's been down the entire day.  A.W.E.S.O.M.E.