Upon waking this morning to the brutal shaking by my Lameface, it has come to my attention that I either do not get enough sleep (most likely the case) or I need to not work early shifts (would be great!) However, to pay for all my luxuries, I need both of my jobs as of currently, eventually I will be able to shorten back down to 1 40 hour work week, much less stressful and tiring than the two I have now. So anyway, I get to work punch in and realize my phone is home. Work until break (doing mostly returns and straightening) then on break look at next week’s schedule, I’m not on it! Get very excited push through my final hour and half and return home to change, check facebook and leave again.. when I hear a truck roll up, door slam and my doorbell ring (I’m not fully dressed so I peek out my bedroom window, its Rent a Center. Like really, I wait until they leave, not in the mood to deal with that nonsense, and head into my second job. Get there get counseled about being 45 minutes late Monday,  and leave for my “run” (which is a nice way of picking all my clients up), Run to walmart get some items and see momma, return to the “site”, prep dinner, deal with poop (literally), go to art class, return cook dinner, deal with more poop (literally), feed the clients, give meds, put them in bed, and write in logs/do paperwork. Returned home to spark conversation with my lameface, and he was to engrossed in his computer to even respond to me. UGH! doing a bit of reading, or listening to my audio book i purchased from itunes then passing out. Thought you’d all like to hear about the longest day of my week lol!

-B