today
Was up at a Sparrow's fart this morning - well, 6am anyway...
Lounged in bed for half an hour - I HATE getting out of bed. I hate it so much. Once I'm up I'm okay - it's just the becoming vertical part I have trouble with.
I had a cuppa and left for the Service Station. Got there about 7:30am. Did the usual opening of doors, turn on the petrol pumps, load the program, load the newspapers into received goods, etc.
What a boring day. Had about as many customers as I can count on two hands. Sat reading the magazines most of the time. Booked in a few cars for servicing next week. Andrew should think himself lucky that he has a friend to take care of his business for him out of the goodness of their heart. No, I'm not getting paid for ot. Nor do I take payment for keeping his paperwork sorted every month, or sending off the fuel subsidy for him.
Midday came. So I tallied the till, reconciled the day's takings. Pumps off. Locked up. La de da.
Left immediately for Kallangur to do the Partylite party. Sue's daughter Katrina was hosting it today. She's 13, and so in love with Partylite products.
She did really well. Got about $740 in sales - a fair amount of free product credit, and a nice little profit for me next week. Left there about 4pm. Picked up the kids from mum's, but had to stop and have another chat with her about all the same things we chatted about last night, and pretend she hadn't told me them. She needs to buy fish oil. Having the same conversations day after day is really pissing me off. I just want to go home and have sex.
Home about 6pm. Collapsed on my bed. Matt said he'd been cutting rust out of his truck today, and insisted I go and have a look at his handiwork. I want sex, so I'll humour him.
Dinner was spaghetti bolognese that Matt made. Storm takes forever to eat. Again tonight too, so he missed out on ice cream. River and Blade got some. I don't make empty threats...
Am so exhausted, after getting the kids off to bed, and the long day I've had. Bugger. Sex is postponed until tomorrow. He's promised me some intimacy before 3pm - given that we have to make sure the kids don't burst in on us at some point - as they have an uncanny knack of doing... Loses the flavour when we have to plan it. Hurry up next Sunday!!! My son David and his girlfriend, Missa, are childminding for the night for our 1st anniversary. He's been told I want dinner at the Pancake Manor, spontaneity, and car sex!!!!! At our age it will feel weird - LOL - but exciting!!
To top off the day, my head hurts. My sinus hurts. I hope I'm not coming down with something.
Lounged in bed for half an hour - I HATE getting out of bed. I hate it so much. Once I'm up I'm okay - it's just the becoming vertical part I have trouble with.
I had a cuppa and left for the Service Station. Got there about 7:30am. Did the usual opening of doors, turn on the petrol pumps, load the program, load the newspapers into received goods, etc.
What a boring day. Had about as many customers as I can count on two hands. Sat reading the magazines most of the time. Booked in a few cars for servicing next week. Andrew should think himself lucky that he has a friend to take care of his business for him out of the goodness of their heart. No, I'm not getting paid for ot. Nor do I take payment for keeping his paperwork sorted every month, or sending off the fuel subsidy for him.
Midday came. So I tallied the till, reconciled the day's takings. Pumps off. Locked up. La de da.
Left immediately for Kallangur to do the Partylite party. Sue's daughter Katrina was hosting it today. She's 13, and so in love with Partylite products.
She did really well. Got about $740 in sales - a fair amount of free product credit, and a nice little profit for me next week. Left there about 4pm. Picked up the kids from mum's, but had to stop and have another chat with her about all the same things we chatted about last night, and pretend she hadn't told me them. She needs to buy fish oil. Having the same conversations day after day is really pissing me off. I just want to go home and have sex.
Home about 6pm. Collapsed on my bed. Matt said he'd been cutting rust out of his truck today, and insisted I go and have a look at his handiwork. I want sex, so I'll humour him.
Dinner was spaghetti bolognese that Matt made. Storm takes forever to eat. Again tonight too, so he missed out on ice cream. River and Blade got some. I don't make empty threats...
Am so exhausted, after getting the kids off to bed, and the long day I've had. Bugger. Sex is postponed until tomorrow. He's promised me some intimacy before 3pm - given that we have to make sure the kids don't burst in on us at some point - as they have an uncanny knack of doing... Loses the flavour when we have to plan it. Hurry up next Sunday!!! My son David and his girlfriend, Missa, are childminding for the night for our 1st anniversary. He's been told I want dinner at the Pancake Manor, spontaneity, and car sex!!!!! At our age it will feel weird - LOL - but exciting!!
To top off the day, my head hurts. My sinus hurts. I hope I'm not coming down with something.