Ok so I just realized that the worst thing about working night shift is that you lose all track of time and space. You go to work one day, and are off another. Get home and sleep all day~ just to realize its been 18 hours since you last ate or drank anything. The mid-day run to to Wally World ends up beginning at 9pm and you enter in daylight and leave in darkness. With your 6 year old. Because you took your watch off and are loopy. Time is just relative, right?
So I lose out on Best Mom Ever award again. Thats ok- it would look awful strange up there next to my Meanest Mom award... but their room IS looking cleaner :)
So much has been goin on in these weird little spurts of semi-concious living that I have been trying to maintain. Friends and family in and out of the hospital for less than joyour reasons. Monster home repairs (and trying to figure out how to scrape enough together to pay for them) half finished projects, painted walls, and tree removals. Even Clifford has had better days...poor ole van, refuses to start. Cha-ching.
I keep telling The Herd that we need to get things squared away before the Zombies show up. Im not ashamed to use any means to get the chores done! :)
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