So guess where I am??? HOME, Grrrrrr. Now for the majority of the country this home on Saturday thing is normal. For me however, in retail hell, Saturday = my Tuesday in work week time...
You see, when I awoke this morning, no matter how I hard tried, I just couldn't force my eyes open. I think I believed it was just the usual denial my body shows my brain when the internal clock begins blaring in my head. Get up Get up Get up. Usually I tell that clock to shut the hell up and resume my alternate universe dreaming. But this lovely morning, the eyes refusing to open wasn't all in my head. Literally, they were glued shut. As I began to rise through the paces of consciousness, I realized that beneath the shade of my lids, a fire was burning and I thought, FUCK!!! SERIOUSLY???
Yup, you Mothers guessed it... I have the "PINK EYE" I am officially back in grade school....
And so, I soaked a cloth in hot ass water and began the de-glazing process. This shit is heinous.
I really thought about calling in sick, but considering the tension that exists at work, on top of the Holiday tension, and the fact that my friend just passed, I assumed I would really sound like a faker if I called in saying "Um yeah good news, I'm sick."
So I drove my pathetic, infected puss eyed sick ass self all the way in town...
When I ordered my usual coffee at Cafe Cubano and the barista who has worked there for years and knows me really well, recoils in horror making a OOOHhhhh Ahh grossssss OOOuch face when I take my sunglasses off to greet her, I realize this is worse than I thought.
And so, now I am home because really no customer wants conjunctivitis from the sniffly,sneezy, nose blowing pink eyed sales girl. No matter how cute she may be.
And here is my question to all you Mothers (sorry Dads, I don't want to hear it)
How many hours of Motherhood have you spent sick with gifts from the petrie dish of your child's day care, nursery school, play date...(and the possibilities of snot are infinite)
Seriously????
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