I finished work earlier than anticipated and while I'd love to be able to express myself clearly with lots of bold and CAPS LOCK on this past year of working in a new place, I won't because you just never know when it might come back to bite me in the ass. I'll say this instead: thank fucking god for doctors who actually believe that STRESS is not good for your mental, physical and spiritual bodies, and especially not healthy for baby...To quote 'Forrest Gump' - "...that's all I have to say about that..."
I am home to put my children on the school bus in the morning and I'm here when they arrive home too. It is one of life's greatest joys. At least until they start whining about what's for dinner, crying because one or the other touched their stuff, and arguing over who gets to feed the fish in the tank. (As a side note: Did you know that goldfish will EAT one of their own? This happened a few weeks ago - the smaller goldfish wasn't looking like he was going to make it and off we go in the morning, only to come home a few hours later and the other two goldfish are looking suspiciously swollen, while the third one was completely missing. I'm still grossed out...)
This is only day two being at home, and I have busied myself catching up on laundry and vacuuming and getting organized to start selling Avon again (if you're interested in a brochure, let me know!). I've also just started reading a biography on Guns N' Roses, which is interesting. Biographies are not usually my first (or even second) choice, but even this many years later, Axl Rose still has that hold. I blame it on seeing his legs in a kilt as an impressionable teenager, and the killer voice - hearing it for the first time was one of those influential moments in life and it opened my eyes to a completely different world than the one I was used to.
And that's a wrap for the moment because my little girl needs me - she's home with a fever. Right before the long weekend. It's all about timing...
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