Woke up at 6am, so I decided to get some work done before venturing downstairs for the school run. Craig leaves by 5:30 for work, so he was already gone. When I went down at seven, however, I discovered neither child was up yet and we leave at 7:10.
Cue rushing around and grumpy children for oversleeping.
I was already in a foul mood because part of that work I did was answering some emails. One came from another author who is part of a group blog I help maintain. She basically said I never put up her post for July, which wasn't true at all. I sent back the URL to her to prove it, which she could've seen for herself if she'd taken a minute to actually *look* at the blog before passive-aggressively calling me out as incompetent in front of the whole group. I can take criticism or being called on the carpet if I've screwed up, but when you don't actually check your facts before making public accusations? That just pisses me off.
Plus, I'm bitchy because I did something to my knee last night and it hurts like a mofo today. My calves are still tight from too long on the cycle Thursday, and my hip has been flaring up again, so the thought of going to yoga this morning is excruciating. I'm going to go, though. I can't make excuses. I'll just take it easy if something hurts.
Please tell me your Mondays are starting out better than mine.