No rest for the wicked. Cliche but what I always tell myself when it's a crazy day, but you know what? I'm not a bad person, and here I am with no rest. Go, go, go. Carpool, carpool, clean, kitty litter. Crap! We've had this Redbox for 3 days. What's it doing on the closet floor? And that ain't the half of it honey.
And now, my ever so kind supervisor, who is so flexible with our schedules, is asking for some OT. Can I do it tonight? I hope so because I don't want to let her down. So pray for me and that Buddy Valastro can keep this chick going until midnight.
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