So the guy was supposed to call this morning to let me know when he was coming. Never called. So I put E down for her nap and called to find out. He said he’d be here at 2:30. So, we stayed in the house waiting, again. 4 p.m. he shows up! What a jerk. Why do men not call if they are running late? All my life I’ve wondered that… So E and I played around all afternoon waiting for him. She was playing with her Old McDonald toy and I started to sing ABCD, then she goes, “E, F, G, H, I…” I about lost it. Well, my tummy is hurting so I’m off to bed.