One thing led to another

and it was time for Cash to be born. (I also want to say I was going for antenatal testing 2x a week in addition to regular appointments, I had gestational diabetes which required daily insulin shots).
I had a scheduled C-section November 25. Bouncing baby boy weighing 8lbs 11oz. Luckily it was over Thanksgiving weekend so Elvis could spend sometime with family. Unluckily he brought home a really nasty cold that knocked him out and dad out for a week. After two weeks, it turned out my incision was infected so I 'got' to take some kick ass antibiotics and deal with the upset that caused to me and Cash. Breastfeeding was going okay, not great, but better than it did with Elvis.
Other illnesses and dealing with a new baby and sibling occupied our time until the week the application was due. Coincidentally it was also the week before I returned to work. I was focusing on breastfeeding and pumping up a store for when I returned to work on Jan 20th.
The week of the deadline: I just peaked at my to do list from that week, the application is not on it. At this point in my head I had convinced myself I had until the end of the month and had planned to take the application in the week of Jan 12, before returning to work.
On Wednesday, Jan 7th, after I returned from a breastfeeding while working class, Paul asked me when the application was due... I replied I'll take it down next week. (again I was thinking the end of the month). Friday Jan 9th, I took all my school info out and put it on the dinningroom table to look at when I got a chance, I never did. After a hectic day I sat down to read the chronicle at 10PM... and saw in the city section that today was the deadline. My heart stopped. I immediately went online, maybe the office was open until midnight. Maybe I should drive down and see? Could I slip it under the door? The office wasn't open late and there was no way to submit the application. Paul had fallen asleep with Elvis at bedtime and I went in and woke him up, at this point I'm fairly certain I was on the verge of a major anxiety attack. Paul calmed me down saying I could go down on Monday and explain the situation, surely they are still processing applications.

After not sleeping all weekend, I went down to the EPC, arriving at 9:15 AM. Very quiet, I was told no late applications are accepted. I asked to talk with a counselor. I did, she went and got her supervisor who told me the same thing. I started crying. At least I'd had two days to resign myself to my mistake or I would have completely lost it.

Note: if you happen to be reading this and you're not me: I apologize, I can't write. I am intelligent, I have a master's degree in chemistry.. i just can't spell or construct sentences. I hope my sons how to at their school!