I'm back.....sort of

Well, I'm back - sort of.

What I mean to say is I've been thinking a lot about coming back to blogging, even though my crazy schedule demands otherwise. I have so many things to blog about, I just wish I had the time and so far the only time I have is here at work. But you know, I'm kinda at work, which means I have to actually work. 

Don't matter none that Dad's my boss, I still have to earn my keep around here now that I've gone and made myself indispensable to EVERYONE. (No, really, I mean it, I'm not exaggerating)

Now onto important stuff. Like this blog. Or what I accomplished today (not much):
Let's start with drawing a santa for my li'l sis, the pre-k teacher. It is my mom's project, but I somehow always get wrangled into doing the artsy-fartsy-craftsy shit. Not that I mind, per se, but I do have a schedule I gotta go by. And spending 1/2 hour during my "lunch" hour wasn't part of the plan today.

Neither was the phone call from Ron, who was in sensory overload. His issue today was that the classroom was way too loud, and he wanted me to pick him up NOW. the administrators at his school know he has sensory issues, and would not have a problem having him there in the office until he was comfortable and calm. He, on the other hand, does. He thinks that any and everyone will bother him in the office. After a 15 minute phone conversation, he was kinda calm enough to tell me I'm "the worst" and hang up on me. Lovely. I know, he can't help it sometimes, but still, you know? Plus, he's getting picked up early tomorrow for his bi-monthly counseling session. 

Then, as I was driving back to work, I thought "what if I just kept on driving? What if i said FUCK IT? The beach is only an hour away. The bar (any bar) is less than 5 minutes away, and I can jam to the new Greenday album and sing at the top of my lungs the whole way. Why can't I be selfish for one day?"
Then reality came back and hit me so hard, i saw visions of sugar plum fairies. Ok, not really, but I'm back at work, which means my sanity must have returned and I decided to blog about it instead of actually doing it. 
Win-Win, right?

Oh, and the awful death-smell emanating from the front of the building!. I think a 'possum or rat died on the roof! I hate that smell, i really and truly do.

That is all. For today, and maybe tomorrow. We'll see.