re-learning Sundays
When I started my new gig, I said I was unable to work Sundays due to the bus schedule. I now know for sure that I will have one day a week off. It's kind of weird. I've been working weekends for YEARS.
(And, man, am I glad that I am NOT there today. NFL playoffs in a bar? No, thank you. I did spend the last two days prepping like a fiend on speed, so they should be okay. Don't wanna know what that kitchen is going to look like tomorrow morning, though)
When the alarm went off this morning, I muttered something more sailor-like than ladylike and started to get up...when I heard the spousebeast giggle. "You DO realize you don't work today, right? It's Sunday."
I had SAID last night that I was sleeping in this morning but, I swear, I am like fucking Pavlov's dog when that chirpy little asshat we call an alarm clock goes off. So I got up, made coffee and chai (I'm still not drinking coffee. Tea gives me an energy boost, but doesn't make me jittery. I kind of like that. And I am starting to play around with making my own, which is fun), packed his lunch, and sent him off to the seafood mines.
While wearing my spiffy new unicorn onesie. Which is a purchase he will probably never forgive me for. ;)
(Well, until he sees the witchy-poo hat I ordered online to celebrate working my ass off and not stabbing anyone. Hey, it was $10 with free shipping! And will go perfectly with my black cloak, which is about to become a regular wardrobe item, since NC looks like it is finally getting winter. And nothing says fun like waiting for the bus while everyone wonders where your broom is!)
I'm spending today trying to find the balance between household chores and just chilling out. I've lready knocked out dishes and laundry. I think now is time for lunch and binge-watching Food Network.
I'm just glad to be home. <3
(And, man, am I glad that I am NOT there today. NFL playoffs in a bar? No, thank you. I did spend the last two days prepping like a fiend on speed, so they should be okay. Don't wanna know what that kitchen is going to look like tomorrow morning, though)
When the alarm went off this morning, I muttered something more sailor-like than ladylike and started to get up...when I heard the spousebeast giggle. "You DO realize you don't work today, right? It's Sunday."
I had SAID last night that I was sleeping in this morning but, I swear, I am like fucking Pavlov's dog when that chirpy little asshat we call an alarm clock goes off. So I got up, made coffee and chai (I'm still not drinking coffee. Tea gives me an energy boost, but doesn't make me jittery. I kind of like that. And I am starting to play around with making my own, which is fun), packed his lunch, and sent him off to the seafood mines.
While wearing my spiffy new unicorn onesie. Which is a purchase he will probably never forgive me for. ;)
(Well, until he sees the witchy-poo hat I ordered online to celebrate working my ass off and not stabbing anyone. Hey, it was $10 with free shipping! And will go perfectly with my black cloak, which is about to become a regular wardrobe item, since NC looks like it is finally getting winter. And nothing says fun like waiting for the bus while everyone wonders where your broom is!)
I'm spending today trying to find the balance between household chores and just chilling out. I've lready knocked out dishes and laundry. I think now is time for lunch and binge-watching Food Network.
I'm just glad to be home. <3