Somebody had a case of the mondays.

My son had a really bad day yesterday. When I picked him up he was on the verge of tears, and by the time we got home he was in tears.

My day wasn't so hot either. When I confirmed that the earliest possible time for The Franchise opening was late fall, I realized I couldn't quit my job to coincide with my son's summer break. This means that my ex-husband's girlfriend, who is a teacher, will be spending the summer days at home with my son. While I sit in cubicle. Doing nothing important and mostly watching the clock.

And then my supervisor got really frustrated with me over something. And then my son's school sent out an email that a creepy man had tried to lure a kid into his car just one block away.

I was literally sick to my stomach by the email and that someone else was going to be staying at home with my son this summer. When I was an attorney, it was justifiable. I was actually doing things that made a difference to people, and I was socking away a crazy amount for his university. But now I am doing none of that.

So when my husband called, I broke down in tears. Some days it's just harder than others to see how it's all going to work out.

My son heard me crying in the kitchen and he came and wrapped himself around me.