DAY 5 AS A RETAIL CASHIER

My feet are mad at me.  They hurt.  I've been standing on them all day.  My butt misses my sofa.  My eyeballs miss my eyelids.  I am totally pooped!  I'd forgotten how tiring working for a living could be.

Zack had me drop him off at Applebee's on my way back in from lunch this afternoon.  I was his ride in to work, but he would have been 2 hours early so he decided to have lunch there.  He took me out to lunch on Thursday.  We had planned to have dessert afterwards but were too full at the time.  He decided to make up for it today, mostly just to rub it in my face because I had to return to work.  He had an Oreo Cookie Shake, and made sure I knew about.  I stole his name badge and made sure he knew about it also.  I held it for ransom and he couldn't clock in for work until he promised to buy me an Oreo Shake later in the week.  Ah, the power of being a parent!  But he forgave me later when I gave him a Star Wars promo button.  He still owes me a shake.

My house isn't getting any cleaner.  I can see that my 3 days off will be spent washing dishes, laundry, and picking up.  (I can almost hear Dickidoo's eyes rolling in his head when he reads that part!)  I see quite clearly now that my children are not being taught the fine art of 'initiative' at school.  Hey, don't look at me... if its hereditary its not coming from MY side of the family!  The dirty dish fairy is hung over, the dirty laundry fairy ran off with the garden gnome, and the Dust Bunnies have completely taken over the house now that the vacuum has gone MIA.  Calgon, take me away!  Oh wait, that soggy something is still in the tub... Captain Morgan, take me away!