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wren08I'm been awfully busy lately. Someone broke a window at work Saturday night and while they didn't get anything the window has become one more thing on our list of things to be fixed. While we were discussing the window, I again brought up the subject of scheduling since my schedule will have to change once school starts. So now the owner has finally decided that it's worth the extra $25 for Emily's daycare in the morning for me to keep opening and closing the store on the manager's day off.
Bother. I don't want to be the assistant manger.. I don't want to be any kind of manager! Even if it's only two days a week that still takes me away from my girls too much and they don't get food on time or bed on time.
In a related story, I am beginning to think that part or all of Emily's problem is sleep deprivation. The child will not go to sleep when she should and this means she never is ready to get up in the morning... which means she's always somewhat sleep deprived. I've started her on a nutrition supplement that I hope will help some... because the ritalin is obviously not doing enough any more.
Since tomorrow is Emily's school registration (as well as garbage day) and what with everything happening at work, I really haven't had time to get either stressed or much depressed about tomorrow which is a good thing.
I am also having a slow fight with 80's. His girl is in town (and it was delightful to see her! My manager thinks she's hot.) so we haven't been able to talk (if that's what one would call it) long enough to sort through it. I suppose it will keep. I wish I thought it would go away... but I know better. he's mad at me and until he's grouched at me enough, he'll stay mad at me. I suppose that's why they dropped stuff off at work today... he can avoid talking to me for weeks if he doesn't have anything of mine to return. So that's one more distracting, upsetting thing.
Later: After having thought about it, I think I am not so unhappy to be me. I'm not "hot"... but I'm so healthy it's almost scary and I guess healthy and alone is better than sick and "hot".
Much later: Birthday at 1:30 am... I don't know if I'll sit up for this one. Somehow it's not as exciting any more as it once was. My brother has sent me a card saying "I suppose birthdays are necessary......... but every damned year?!?" Maybe next year I will abstain from having a birthday.
Bother. I don't want to be the assistant manger.. I don't want to be any kind of manager! Even if it's only two days a week that still takes me away from my girls too much and they don't get food on time or bed on time.
In a related story, I am beginning to think that part or all of Emily's problem is sleep deprivation. The child will not go to sleep when she should and this means she never is ready to get up in the morning... which means she's always somewhat sleep deprived. I've started her on a nutrition supplement that I hope will help some... because the ritalin is obviously not doing enough any more.
Since tomorrow is Emily's school registration (as well as garbage day) and what with everything happening at work, I really haven't had time to get either stressed or much depressed about tomorrow which is a good thing.
I am also having a slow fight with 80's. His girl is in town (and it was delightful to see her! My manager thinks she's hot.) so we haven't been able to talk (if that's what one would call it) long enough to sort through it. I suppose it will keep. I wish I thought it would go away... but I know better. he's mad at me and until he's grouched at me enough, he'll stay mad at me. I suppose that's why they dropped stuff off at work today... he can avoid talking to me for weeks if he doesn't have anything of mine to return. So that's one more distracting, upsetting thing.
Later: After having thought about it, I think I am not so unhappy to be me. I'm not "hot"... but I'm so healthy it's almost scary and I guess healthy and alone is better than sick and "hot".
Much later: Birthday at 1:30 am... I don't know if I'll sit up for this one. Somehow it's not as exciting any more as it once was. My brother has sent me a card saying "I suppose birthdays are necessary......... but every damned year?!?" Maybe next year I will abstain from having a birthday.
