Wednesday night

I'm so tired. I've been busy all day at the store.. partly because I had things to do and partly because I'd much rather be busy than bored. I seem to be working tomorrow, too, which is.. questionably good. You know, the lady who normally works who was in the wreck? She actually has another job on the side. She gets up, fixes breakfast for her husband, drives 20 miles to work, arrives at 8, works 10 hours in a job that requires a not insignificant amount of manual labor, leaves the store at 6 and goes to work at a daycare and sometimes doesn't get home until 2 am or so. She's 57 years old. On her days off, she works on her lawn. I'm completely serious.. she switched her normal day off from Monday to Wednesday the week before the wreck so she could mow that day when it wasn't supposed to rain, and one of the days she worked at my aunt's house, planting flowers and such. It's crazy.

I've felt like I'm living on college time again lately. One of the most useful things I learned in college was how important small blocks of time can be--if you really want them to be. For example.. on a normal day at home, I can make lunch stretch out over an hour, between fixing food and eating and drinking (I eat, then I drink. None of that fancy shmancy drinking and eating at the same time crap.) and reading. I finangled myself a lunch break this week, though, which has actually helped a great deal. I mean, if you're sitting there for ten hours straight, staring at fruit, you begin to get a little... well, fruity. Having just half an hour to go home and look at something else for a few minutes makes a major difference in my mood. Anyway. Today, I left work at 11:55. By 12:10, I was home, had fixed a frozen meal that takes about 5.5 minutes to cook, moved clothes from the washer to the dryer and added a new load, used the bathroom, checked my email and eaten my lunch while reading a book. Hurried, yes, but better than snatching a bite between customers, and I could do it all from the privacy of my own home and send my baby a quick email! Helps that I'm just a mile from the store. :)

We also did our grocery shopping tonight and had dinner with my parents and Whitley. She had been missing me and we couldn't go with them last time, so we just HAD to go. M had stopped at the store on the way home to pick up steak for dinner, but we can have that tomorrow, no problem. Hope I'm not as tired then as I am today. But since I'm planning on going to bed a good hour earlier than I normally do (as soon as I finish this entry or thereabouts) perhaps I won't. And I seem to be more tired and sore than usual at the end of the day after a visit to Dr. Bob. I'm gonna blame him, anyway. And now I'm even I'm boring myself, so I believe it's time to say good night. *shmoo*