Well, got the first six weeks over and done with and no major disasters - no one died, no one was injured, no had to go to the hospital, no earthquakes, no bumping up against people that was not repairable, no grouchiness that didn't end in a kindly smile. There was orange juice flung from one end to the other. There was exploding whipped cream. There was the erupting milk pitcher. At least, the incidents are colorful and/or noisy!
It's been a long five weeks for me, little miss merry sunshine smily butterfly girl.
What hasn't killed me has made me stronger - running out milk on the first day, running out of change on the second, trying to "clean out" the grease-trap, slinging orange juice all over everywhere while thinking it had a lid on it, blowing up the whipped cream, getting only a runny yucky looking slimy stream of white cream out of the creamer, table tops used for coloring boards, I could go on, and on, and on.....on.....on.....
It's definitely an adventure. I am learning to take care of myself by saying no, I'm not able to participate in whatever, go wherever, eat whatever. Really hard for me. I'd rather go go go do do do but it just doesn't work that way sometimes. I'm ready for a skydive or a trip somewhere or a date or something different.
Tally ho - rally on.....
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