Well, I can tell y'all now that my week is going to royally suck.
As of 9 PM last night, Joey had promised to stay home this morning to wait on the septic people. Then, somehow during the middle of the night, this changed because he has to be at the office by 9 AM. Of course, although we are "first on the list" I was told that being first means "somewhere between 8 AM and 9:30 AM".
So I ended up having to leave Eeyore (or EPOD as we're now calling him) a voice mail that I will be late. He will be less than enthused, will throw a tantrum, and then will proceed to torture me all week.
I haven't even told him about our dental appointments on Thursday. He is going to kill me. But not if I kill him first.
Did I mention that this week is going to royally suck?