I won't rant to much about work only to say that the primary thing I hate more than anything about my job is when it's 4:43 and you get off in 2 minutes and you get the phone call from he**. Your stuck and tick tock goes the clock and you have to be every whichaware but work. I start going from sorta ticked off to ballistic postal some one's gonna die ticked off. The poor soul on the phone is the last thing I care about at that moment.
Anyways so I hand off Mr. Customer to someone who might somewhat actually care for their situation more than I and raced to get children from everywhichawhere.
Gameboy had CubScouts at the Skating place and even though we haven't been to CS in over a month, my chi was already out of wack and I didn't wanna go caus
I managed to bargain my way out of BS and we flocked to the grocery store, cause I just love to visit the House of Wal on Monday nights cause that's when the crazies come out. Seriously.
You would have thought I had let the monkeys out of the zoo as crazy and wild as the boys were acting. This is when I become deliriously tired and my eyes become so weak it's like I can see but can't and I end up putting random crap in the shopping cart and going way off my perfectly planned menu and grocery list. Because I just wanted to get the heck out of dodge.
I think as I'm trying to deliriously get groceries put away and throw children to bed what in my right mind makes my heartstrings tug for a fourth?! Then I turn on John and Kate plus 8 and I totally freak out and think my monkeys for sure have to be wrangled, but wrangling 8, oh hellz no.