Y’know, it isn’t my job that has me stressed out. So far, there have been moments of stress and there will be big stress coming up beginning sometime in the next month. And that’s okay. That’s how it’s supposed to be. I have a lot to learn but I actually think I’m sorta up for it. For now, the stress comes from dealing with keeping up the Landfill. Laundry and vacuuming and de-cluttering. And going to the dad-blasted grokkery store *after* work because I was too disorganized to go on the weekend. And, yes, I was out of town on the weekend. But we were home early enough yesterday (because of the tree) that I could’ve gone then. Heck, the Plum Market is right on the corner. So, why do I spend so many afternoons careering around in the grocery store with all the other crazed after-work type people? And then. I get home and a certain entity is rummaging around for various documents and cards and tools and you name it! I wanna say, “Hey, I married you for better or worse but not for lunch!” Except that this isn’t lunch. It’s the end of the day when everybody, even geeked out government computer employees, just wanna get home. I can’t blame him. But I miss having time to myself at the end of the day. To ruminate or whatever. Does that mean I don’t have time to chew my cud any more?

And of course, this brought up a little slice of memory from my first career or whatever you want to call it. When the Beach Urchins were little, I had an intense part time job in the same place that the GG worked. He would drive over in time to start work at 6 AM and at 2 PM, I would pull up in the parking lot with the Beach Urchins in their car seats. I’d get out of the driver’s seat and he’d get in. He’d drive them home and I’d go to work. One day I got there after a particularly hard day of toilet training. I walked over to the office coffee maker and there was a puddle on the floor. I jumped about a mile! My *wonderful* boss witnessed this and said, “Go sit down, Mama.” I worked hard at that job and I loved my little urchins but sometimes work could be a refuge in its own way.

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