.::there are only 24 hours?::.

Oy! It seems there are never enough hours in the day! This morning I had to take my car in to the collision center to get an estimate on my damages. To give you a little backstory, Captain Oblivious himself backed into my bright red car last week in the bank parking lot. Crushed my driver's side back door and scuffed the front door and the back wheel. The back door is now coming off the hinge and the seal is broken (hope there's no rain!). When he hit me, after he pulled back in to his parking space, he gets out of his truck and starts saying, "What happened?" I just shot him this GTH look as if to say, "Um...you were backing your big commercial truck out of a parking space at 1000 miles per hour and crashed into my poor little sedan." Instead I just managed to heave out the words, "I don't know...you tell me!" Suffice it to say, I was pretty shaken, but not hurt. I called my boss to let her know I was going to be late getting back from my lunch break while he called the police - turns out, KPD doesn't come to the scene of an accident on private property unless there is an injury. Thankfully, the only trauma was to poor Gretta - an no, Samuel was not with me. At the end, it took me about 2 hours to settle the issue between my insurance company and his. My State Farm agent said that I had two options: I could either go ahead and let them pick it up, pay my deductable, get it fixed, and let them deal with the liability with his company. This may or may not end with me being refunded the amount of my deductible. My other option was that I could call his company, file a claim, and find out if they are going to cover the damages at all. She did say that usually in these cases, the driver who was backing out is automatically at fault because he is not moving. I fully expected to get the runaround from his insurance company - after all, the truck is owned by a commercial company, but they agreed pretty straightforward that they would accept all liability for the accident. They're covering the expense of my car - all $2700 of it, as well as my rental car for 10 days.

So that being said, I am due to drop my car off on September 12 and pick up my rental. I'm glad it went smoothly.

On top of dealing with that, my schedule has been a little crazy at work. Instead of my usual 8-5, I've been doing 9:30 to 6:30 this week. It's been fun getting to feed Sam his breakfast and get him down for his nap in the morning, but the problem is just that...he goes down for a nap at about 8:00, and I have to be at work by 9:30, which means I have to leave the daycare by about 9:00. His morning naps vary in time - they could be anywhere from 30 minutes to 2 hours, depending on how well he slept the night before, and how he's feeling that morning. We managed to survive it though. Only one day did I have to finally wake him up at about 8:50. The lady at daycare said that he was fussy when I dropped him off, but after he finished his nap, he had a great day. Yesterday the poor guy fell asleep on the way to daycare, so I had to wake him up to get him out of the car. I felt so bad, but she said that he took a very good nap when I dropped him off - she immediately put him down and he was out before she even shut the door.

I'm still amazed at him. This morning he was decked out in his Tennessee colors in celebration of the first Vols game this weekend! I spiked his hair up as well. I just can't get over how much he looks like his daddy!



Then there was the issue of the cat. Yes, we found a new home for Cheeto. We've finally rid our home of critters. Why, you ask? Well, Cheeto liked to poop in my closet. He was jealous of the baby. And understandably so. After all, he didn't get attention like he did when he was an only child. Thankfully, he was never really hostile toward Samuel; in fact, Sam had just learned how to pet him. But nevertheless, we just felt like we weren't the home for him anymore. I found a nice lady in Greeneville that agreed to adopt him. She has 3 children and they were really excited to get him. So Tuesday, after I left work at 6:30, I had to drive from Knoxville to Jefferson City to meet her. Not a bad drive - it took me about 45 minutes with traffic. I felt bad about handing him over, and I even shed a few tears. I'm going to miss my furbabies. Minerva went to a great home a few months ago and from what we hear, she's very happy with her new life. This guy's house is like heaven for cats! Maybe someday we'll get a new pet...when Sam is a little older and we have more room. But right now, we've got to find time to steam clean the carpets before he figures out this crawling business!

That's pretty much been my week. With the schedule I've had this week (which I volunteered for, btw), I just feel like I've had no time at all to do anything. Sam goes to bed at 7:00, and I haven't managed to get home before 7:15 any night this week. Between trying to run last minute errands and closing at work, I feel like my batteries are running low. I wish I could add just one more hour to the clock every day! I am working on Saturday from 8:30 to 11:30. Daniel is taking Sam to the family reunion since I can't go. Maybe before they get back I can enjoy a little time at home. I don't have to be at work until 12:30 today, so I'm taking the opportunity to wash a couple of loads of laundry, make the bed, and blog. That way I don't have to worry about it tomorrow when I get home. There's always too much to do! Ah, the joys of being a working mommy.

I'm thinking mommy may need nap time on Sunday!