A Day Off

I said in my last entry ( which no one read) that I didn’t want to look back on this time in my life and realize there was nothing but work. But it’s true, and maybe when we do get pregnant, and our child is old enough, I’ll share this with her, or him, and they can see what a good work ethic is among other things in my life. More importantly I want them to realize that their mom was young once, and made many mistakes, and I do know a little of which I speak. I just hope I can keep the idealistic relationship of what a mother should be towards her child, in reality. A mother should be a parent always, but importantly enough I feel that we should be friends with our children. My mother always said I’m your mom, not your friend, and I felt I couldn’t trust her when I was in trouble. I think if she had been open to a friendship, she could have guided me away from many mistakes and naiveness.

Getting back to my original point, I do work too much. Today should have been my day off, instead I’m writing half ready for work, getting ready to leave soon. One of the poor girls at work got an awful case of stomach flu, and couldn’t find anyone to work her expoditor (expo) shift. She called me, even though I’m not an expo, after working there for almost two years she knows I know my way. The only problem is I refused to do it for 5.15 an hour, so she called work and told them I was the only one, but I wasn’t will to work it unless I got paid over min. wage.

So I’m getting a good amount per hour, and that’s why here I sit, ready to work. I had planned to sleep in a bit this morning, but the cat ( I use the cat because it angers me) felt it was her job to have me up by 7:30 by meowing in my ear, and sitting on my head. She’s an angel, since when I looked at her she let out this sweet purr-meow as if to say, what innocently. Like she didn’t know. Who can blame her, that’s when I usually wake, she was just saying mommy get up!