The class was over by 11:30. The rest of the day sucked. Ella was not well behaved. We went to the park right near dusk. She had so much fun. I knew she needed to get out.
Around 6, Dave told me he'd be done with work in 15 minutes so I got my hopes up that he would actually be home soon to relieve me.
Then at 7, I sent him a few messages. "Better hurry home. I'm on strike." and "Just had to fold laundry and reach in the drying holding Ella."
My back hurt so bad from all the Ella holding I did!
Since Ella was so needy and we didn't really have food and I didn't have a car, we got pizza for dinner. Even though I'm so sick of pizza, I went with it.