And that’s how my whole week has been going.

I spent last night in the hospital with my seven-year-old (who had an infection) reading loudly to her to drown out the noise of the drunk, screamy people being taken from the ambulances next door.

This morning I got two bites in before I realized that the milk had gone terribly bad, and that’s when I opened the fridge to check the date and realized I that I accidentally poured egg whites into my cereal.

I can’t help but think this is a metaphor for my whole week.