So yesterday evening, Mr. Man had a pretty violent meltdown. Long story short…I ended up in the backseat of the car with him, thinking I could calm him down that way.
I forgot the child lock was on.
I locked myself in the backseat of my car with a raging 5yr old. After I cried….I laughed till I cried again.
And then this morning….I was at work and one of my coworkers from the support team came to ask me if I was going to answer my phone since it was 20 mins into my shift.
I then rolled over, looked at the clock…it was 340.
My dream about work…woke me up so I could go to work.
Real life yo. Real life
