Ever had a Monday where....

you have slept only 2 hours due to a baby that is teething, you leave work at lunch to run an errand to have your tire blow out, to stop on the side of a freeway (and have semis zoom past you at 70+ miles an hour), wait 45 minutes for the Highway patrol to come and change your tire, to have them get the spare out and then realize you have wheel locks on your lug nuts and need the "key", to only then realize that you- only days before took these mysterious things out of your car and put them in the garage where you thought they belonged, to have them tell you they can't change the tire with out them, to then wait 2 hours for a tow truck and have your husband worry enough to ditch out of important lawyerly meetings to sit with you on the side of the road, then drive you the 30 minutes (one way) to get the mysterious "keys" just to drive you 30+ minutes back to the tire place to get a new tire? No? Well, that was my fantastic Monday. The ordeal only took 5.5 hours. I'm going to bed.