Spend afternoon in a wretched mood due to sleepless night and crabby baby on nap strike.
Inform husband that 15-minute break is necessary to maintain sanity.
Drive across town to Starbucks, because the only thing that can potentially turn this sour mood around is a decaf soy mocha.
Play Dire Straits as loud as your speakers will go, not because it’s your first choice, but because it’s not a commercial or a country song and it’s better than a screaming baby.
Arrive at Starbucks.
Realize you forgot your wallet at home.
Cry. Because really? Seriously?!
Escape house again.
Catch perfect song to scream with on the radio.
Procure decaf soy mocha.
Return home to sleeping baby and forgiving husband who endured many minutes of screaming in your absence despite the fact that you’ve been a jerk all evening.
Enjoy beverage and quiet.
Feel guilty and grateful.