oh the weather outside is frightful
blarg, snow. and commuting in snow, no less. it didn't snow the entire time i was unemployed and therefore in a position to enjoy it. but the first real scheduled week of work...bingo! and all i can think when i see the wonder falling from the sky is "i don't have time for this today." which i think i mumbled at the sky this morning when i stumbled out half-awake (despite the shower and caffeine fix), ice-scraper in hand. i am not at my best in the mornings.
what with the snow and everything, we had a relatively light day, children-wise. fourteen instead of our usual nineteen. though we decided against taking them outside today; the snow wasn't the proper fun kind. more the soggy, soak-through-your-clothes, misery-causing kind. so we watched the hermit crabs (if you take them out of their hiding places & put them into a dish of water, they move around, if only to get back to their hiding places), learned about money(they don't get it but they sure try), and generally trying to keep the kids from going stir crazy.
and i had the best spiced chai latte today, at the bagel place around the corner. and i think the boy behind the counter was flirting with me. i was still wearing my nametag, and he looked at it and said "how can i help you...christina?" (yes, now you all know my first name. don't you feel lucky?). anyway. it was cute. he was cute. i think i'm developing quite a fondness for bagels. like i said, this is not a job at which to meet available men. not that i'd ever take a job just to meet available men. because that would be icky and wrong and desperate. and i am none of those things. but deli counter help is fair game.
time to throw the laundry in the dryer and get some well-earned sleep. it's sad when you're driving home and you realize you have to be up again in twelve hours. is this what it's like to be a grown-up? if it is, i'm glad that at least i get to spend my grown-up hours playing with kids. if i had to spend it talking to other grown-ups i think i'd lose it.
heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it's off to work i go, -beatpoetgrrl
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