I Am Not Off of Work Today

I am just not at my paying job. I worked my butt off today. Catching up on laundry, dishes, cleaning up piles and piles of clothes from the frantic search of What to Wear to a Wake, dealing with a toddler who for some reason cries and cries for no reason, or for some reason, and who now fights and fights his morning nap, getting things ready for returning to my "real job" tomorrow, paying some bills that were very very close to be late, ordering books for an upcoming Master's class, and scheduling some Get Together's for Creative Memories. Ahh, the mad rush to complete everything you thought you'd do in two weeks - I still need to get to the office store to buy some more ink so I can finish sending off newsletters for CM. When I think of it, my biggest "break" came when Quinn insisted that he sit on my lap and watch Teletubbies. And cry when they weren't on the screen. So, it wasn't much of a break, but I did sit down on the ground. And now, I'm waiting for my wonderful husband to get home from work so that I can go to the dentist for visit number 5 out of 6 to fix some messed up tooth. It's sad, but I'm looking forward to sitting in that dentist chair for an hour. And now, I'm off to eat a Grapefruit and wait for the shift change.