... but this morning I woke up and got on the scale like I normally do and something miraculous happened. I weigh exactly what it says on my driver's license for the first time in 5 years.
Upon stepping off the scale and jumping for joy I remembered why today was not going to be a good day, despite my finally honest license. This morning was Sophia's VCUG, it's a test that mothers dread because they cannot sedate the child and you get to hold them down while they scream.
The test was just as horrible as I expected but I was prepared and managed to not cry (Luis, not so much, that's his little girl). The best part came at the end when the doctor said he saw no reflux and she won't need surgery. We were overjoyed, we took Sophia to get breakfast and then to Walmart to pick her up a toy for being such a big girl, and she was a big girl. I was surprised how well she handled it and so were the nurses and doctor, she was one tough chick.
On my way home from Walmart my day decided to turn again, the asshole cops here decided to set up a speed trap at the bottom of a hill with 5 of them working a rotation. Yay for me, I got a ticket which my husband so wonderfully informed me I deserved since I was speeding after all. Luckily, at that point I chose not to punch him and just drive home.
With the universe wanting to make sure my emotions were completely screwed with today, I checked our bank account and saw a very large some of money there. Yay for taxes, I paid every bill we had and the rest went to savings but I couldn't enjoy this to the fullest because I was still pissed that I got that fucking ticket!
I'm bracing myself for something horrible to happen now...and then something good...and then something bad...and then something good. Maybe the universe will think I've had enough today and just let me be, I guess only time will tell.