Apparently I am a glutton for punishment. I agreed to babysit a 1 year old and a 3 year old 4 days a week for 4 hours a day for the next 2 weeks...starting at 730am! I'm always up by then, but not completely caffeinated until at least 830 or 9. A couple weeks ago my little sister called while I was drinking. Just drunk enough to think it would be a great idea to go work in the restaurant she just became GM of.
I worked in the restaurant industry for 10 plus years, but the only paying job I've had in the last 3 or so years was only for a few months and it was super laid back and I didn't really have to deal with people too much.
Basically, I have created an environment that does not allow me to stay in the same jeans for 4 days and is forcing me out of the comfort zone I have very carefully created for myself.
Also, punishment is a harsh word. And I probably did it on purpose just to test myself. I do that a lot. The girls are sweet and the job mainly consists of biting my tongue and not letting my face paint a very complete, not so sweet picture. It's only been one day of each and any desire I had for more kids or to go back to the restaurant business is definitely gone. These are good things to know.
P.S. I am slightly resentful about the shoes AND socks that have been on my feet all day...okay, A LOT resentful!