A wimp.
A loser.
Today is Inventory.
In preparation David has worked, in the last week, more hours than I can count. Maybe 90?
And I can't remember when he last had a day off.
Last night, or this morning rather, he got home at 1:30 (yes, am) and was up at 4am and out the door by five.
Meanwhile, I called in for a substitute because Maddie has had a fever. I was supposed to work a whopping 12 hours this week and with one click of my mouse I reduced it by 50%.
And here I sit in my pink sweats. My glorious but hideous pink sweats.
1 comment:
i wish i could sit around in hideous pink sweats. i'm quite jealous.
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