Yesterday was Monday. There are several things I hate about Mondays. Mostly because it’s the beginning of a long, hellish work week. I have the Monday blues. I’m swamped at work. Due to my boss leaving I’m in the middle of training on shit I can’t even comprehend. I need to get ready for an audit that’s happening on Monday (at work) I’m going fucking insane. Since I can’t have vodka, I need donuts—lots of donuts. It’s gotten to the point of that I don’t even want to go into work. They are trying their best to squeeze 7 years of knowledge into one week of training…Am I the only one that sees a problem with this?
Last night I came home and didn’t speak much to the Officer. I was stressed. I read the Monster three books, I hate reading. I asked him, “Do you want momma to read you a book?” secretly hoping he would say no and of course, he said, “yes” and ran into his room to pick out three not one, but three fucking books. I read them all, but declined the request for an encore.
The next few weeks- months- will be hell until the find a replacement for my boss at work. I want to be a stay at home mom. I know it’s hard work and I know I’d probably need massive amounts of alcohol, but I’d love to give it a whirl. I can’t though, it’s not even an option financially.
On another note, the Monster found a new friend, someone he can really talk too… Who doesn’t love the blue M&M?