Where did that come from?

So my vacation ended up being pretty crappy. I got the IUD on Tuesday and then was completely incapacitated most of Wednesday and a lot of Thursday. In addition to that wonderful experience, the motor on our ceiling fan burned out on Tuesday night. If we had gone to bed only five minutes earlier there's a good chance the house would have burned down. Late the next day we realized that our fridge had died, so we spent Thursday shopping around for a new one.

Long story short, while I was able to get a lot of good play time in with Baby C, I didn't get to do any of the really fun stuff that I had planned, specifically a visit to the indoor water park. I had a BOGO coupon that was only good during the week and expired on the 31st, so I was really excited to use it during my week off from work. It didn't happen. So while we were watching the Bearcats completely implode during last night's Sugar Bowl I had a little meltdown. Ok, maybe it was a big one. I was just so sad and frustrated that we had to deal with so much junk on my week off and that I didn't get to do anything fun with Baby C. I started thinking that maybe I'm missing out on a whole lot as a working mom, all these fun places that stay-at-home-moms get to visit and activities that they get to do. I want to do that with MY kid. I want to go on field trips and go to story times and do all of the same things that they do. No one caters to working moms. These things are so hard to find in the evenings and on weekends.

So I threw myself a big, sobbing pity party. I didn't even have any ice cream to make myself feel better. I know that I wouldn't be a good stay-at-home-mom full time. I know I like working, and that it's part of who I am. I also know that I have no choice BUT to work. That's just how our household is set up. In reality there's not even anything I can do about it. But I felt bad for myself anyway. Actually, I still feel bad for myself, and I'm completely dreading going back to work on Monday.