Seriously, can I get a break

Today I had to be near Pittsburgh for a CE class. This morning went really well with the kids. They were up and ready to go. But I was still running behind because the mother that was picking up Paige for me was late. I called her last night to tell her that Paige wouldn't be walking to school as usual. She offered to pick her up early and let her hang out with her daughter, which was fine with me but I stressed over and over that I had to be out the door by 7:30 am. This mother drops her daughter off at my house in the mornings so she can get to work on time. A few parents do this and it works out good but this mom is late a lot which then makes me late.

So I explained to her if something comes up and she can't be here on time to let me know. She's not here at 7:30 and it was going on 7:40 am. Did she call? NOPE. No call and she was 10 minutes late.

Great. Now I have to rush my son to my other friends and get on the road. Luckily, I made to the CE class right on time so I figured it was all good. The whole time I was at the class I couldn't stop thinking about a Primanti's Bros sandwich.

Class was let out early- yay! I drive over to Primanti's restaurant. CLOSED. They don't open till 11 am. That's in an hour. Couldn't justify staying around for an hour to get a sandwich and then go in to work.

Work day is going good. I am getting a lot of things done and refinancing loans, saving money for my customers which makes me feel good. Then I call my husband to take a quick break and he advises me that one our rental properties was set on fire. WHAT? We had to serve eviction papers yesterday and they tried to burn down our house. Great. We think it was only minimal damage which is good, but are you serious. Burn down a house.

Every body at home is cranky and I can't wait to go to bed. I jokingly said to my friend that it couldn't get worse. Dear God it can't right??