wrong week to quit sniffing glue

Himself is on a business trip for the first time since February 2020. Naturally he was nervous about this, partly because the last three or four trips he took before the plague were unpleasant experiences for reasons relating to why he's not at either of those jobs anymore, and partly because, well, plague. So here's how our past few days have gone:

( Sunday, we buried his aunt. )

( Monday, he took the prince to school as normal. )

( Monday also had language research. )

Tuesday, I took the prince to school early to drop in at the morning edition of the extended-day program he already always goes to in the afternoons, came home, had a whole workday, answered the phone like a chump when my mom called exactly at quitting time, and went to pick up the kid. There are always some people being jerks on the road at the evening rush hour, but this was a particularly unanimously obnoxious experience, and at a red light I even posted to Discord about it:

AgentReynard (Fox) (she/her)
must everyone operating a motor vehicle in my community this afternoon be an utter ass?

I should have stayed quiet.

What happened next was we got home; I put the kid's bookbag and jacket (which had been in the bookbag) and lunchbag in the laundry because they were rank from watermelon juice having spilled out of one of his tupperwares; we had dinner, including sharing a slice of walnut povitica my father-in-law had brought over on Sunday; I took out the trash and the recycling, as Tuesday is Garbage Eve in our neighborhood; and meanwhile I excused the kid from the table when he asked, and he went to play games on the iPad, as is his habit. The second rabbi friend replied to the all-clear, saying "Oops, missed the initial message completely, glad it's sorted, how are you doing?" and I said "Oh, you know, handling the camera at a funeral that was a long time coming, followed by several days of solo parenting a kindergartener in a plague while managing long-distance tech support for my brain-injured widowed mother. Basically living the dream." Sandwich generation, after all.

I should. have stayed. quiet.

( A few minutes later, the prince said Mommy? I don't feel good. )

( So okay. )

I apparently did not succeed in washing the VapoRub entirely off my hands before the next time I rubbed my eyes, so that sucked, but I thought great, one complaint about traffic and this is what happens to my evening, it is wine o'clock, dudes.

( Luckily I didn't bother actually drinking any wine. )

( Wednesday )

I am unlikely to complain about traffic on the school run ever again.