Had orientation today so I just got into work after snarfling down a chicken salad sandwich from 7-11 across the street. Thanks, professor lady, whomever you may be, for telling me how to check the “made by dates” for the freshest possible craptastic sandwhich.
So I snarfed down the sandwich, half a bag of cheetos puffs, about 40 ounces of my Super Big Gulp, and 1/2 a bottled Starbucks mocha, and now I’m ready to work! Bring it on baby!
I am consumed with worry about lil pill right now. He was very quiet all day and night yesterday and is punishing dh and I by not speaking to us when we pick him up. He’s not taking us both working very well, poor lil guy. I honestly don’t know what to do about it. I just know I’d never forgive myself if something happened to him while he’s getting sub-par care from my own blessed mother for crying out loud. I want to make everything okay in everyone’s world. I guess that hasn’t changed since I was 6 and thought I was responsible for making my parents love each other. *sigh*
Okay, off to do real work now.
