Oh Shitty Day

Woke up yesterday morning to the sound of the kitchen door closing. My boyfriend had left for work without so much as a "goodbye." I felt like crying. I thought to myself I was probably PMS evident by my over reaction to his not saying/kissing me goodbye and by the eruption of mount saint helen on my chin. I also had a pounding headache, no motrin in the house, and so I thought to go ahead and start getting cleaned up for work and stop for motrin on my way to work.
I get to the gas station, pump 20 bucks of gas, grab an orange juice for my daughter, a honey bun and milk for my son and some motrin for me. Get to the register to pay, and the darn machine could not read my debit card because there is a crack in my card. My only other source of payment was a check..."we don't accept checks." The lady tells me I have 1 hour to bring them their money or they would call the police and report me as "a drive away" I've been coming to this gas station atleast twice a week for 16 or 17 years, WTF! The bank wouldn't be open for another 2 hours. So I drive to work singing Bad Boys, Bad Boys, whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when they come for you.......
I called my non kiss me goodbye boyfriend and he took care of the gas station problem. (He has redeemed himself for not kissing me goodbye.)
At the end of the work day i get a call from my son...."mom we have to go to the emergency room. I think my hand is broken. It's pretty swollen and looks really deformed." I get home and see water flowing out of the bathroom. The toilet is running and pumping water on to the floor. I fix the freaking toilet, and clean up the flood...... take my son to the ER, and the punishment for getting injured, or being ill is sitting in a room full of in bred looking folks, for what feels like hours on end. The good news being his hand isn't fractured.
I wake this morning to my wonderful boyfriend giving me a sweet, tender kiss on my left cheek, and telling me to have a nice day.
It really does pay to start the day off right.