I hope my boss accepts my being late because my OCD, anxiety-ridden son had an eyelash in his eye and wouldn’t let me help him. That was a 10 minute ordeal. And then we’re walking out and he yelled he had to poop! Another 10 minutes or a little less.
I walked out of the house, got to the end of my street and realized I forgot my coffee. I’m going back for that bitch!!!