Friday, November 30, 2012

A Brief Hello

Hi. How are you? Are things going well on your end? If you're American and into things like gorging yourself on turkey, did you have a nice Thanksgiving? And if you're not American or not into gorging yourself on turkey, did you have a nice non-holiday last weekend?

I'm sorry I haven't been blogging more. Today is my first day off from work since before Thanksgiving, and much of it ended up being spent with Adrianna, the doctor's office, and the pharmacy. There has been all sorts of fundraisers efforts going on with the preschool that I'm on the Board of Directors for (and for some reason, these people keep expecting me to like, DO stuff for these events....) which will continue into next week. This weekend is also jam packed with stuff going on, including more fundraising efforts (this one specifically involving gift wrap), a birthday party, a wedding reception, Christmas pageant practice, and seeing the Nutcracker.

And unfortunately, I keep doing crazy things like attempting to go to bed before midnight. I worked 6am shifts all week, that 4:45am alarm is cruel if I don't make that self-imposed bedtime.

However, I did have a really awesome idea I wanted to share with you real quick.

I think there should be a room filled with paper and paint and canvas and yarn and pens and glue and feathers and clay and those awesome rainbow catchers hung in big sunny windows. I think People should be able to say "I need a creative break from life" and be allowed to temporarily give up all normal responsibilities to spend however long they need locked in that room until they don't feel overwhelmed with ideas and thoughts and colors that they simply don't have the time and medium to express because every second is spent being busy and feeling overwhelmed. 

And in conclusion, I hope you all have a pleasant weekend doing enjoyable fulfilling things with the company you prefer.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Toy Time

For the month of December I am in Captain of the Toy Team at Target.

Ok, admittedly I'm the only member of the Toy Team at the moment,  but I've been assured there will be probably 2 and maybe even 3 other people on it starting possibly as early as next week for me to Captain! 

Today was my first official day executing Operation Toys, and it was a lot of fun.

It was also a LOT of work and nobody seemed nearly as excited about all my awesomeness and working-ass-off-ness going into the toy section as I was. But hey, that's what working hard is all about, that under-appreciated warm fuzzy feeling that builds up in your chest as you remind yourself it is the season while taking up some hard drinking. 

My main focus right now is setting endcaps to the official Target brand* Plannogram sent from HQ in Minnesota, however it will progress to much more flexing** of sale items into prominent locations and managing the large quantities of PTM*** as the section gears up for the post-Christmas transition reset and massive toy clearance.

Aka, I get to be the one dealing with the massive cluster fuck that becomes the toy section a week out from Christmas. Somehow I will magically make less of a shit show than it often is. And soothe irate parents annoyed that we are sold out of Furbys. Or so they tell me I will. I suspect I may just start playing with the My Little Ponies instead of working at some point. But I think I'll try and hold off on that for another few days until it's too late for them to change their minds about me being there. 

Overall, I am excited to be in the position and the general consensus across the store is that it is very good for my personal development.

You know, there's always the possibility that eventually they'll decide promoting me up to an actual manager would be good. We won't go into how they like to say there's a difference between being a good worker and being a good leader (hence why I've been a top performer and yet still not really promoted, according to the higher ups) while slotting me into a position where I'll be a good worker for them to develop me into a better leader right now.

And I promise I will only discuss the merits of toys once a week or less this month.

You know, unless it's been REALLY exciting or I have absolutely no other ideas for blogging material. 





*brand is looking especially Target. For example, a clean and very neat shelf would be considered 'brand'. 

**flexing is when you ignore what the plannograms say and just put product wherever you want. It can be both liberating and challenging, since it often means you're trying to fit 20 of an item in a general space designed for 2. 

***PTM stands for pre-transition merchandise. When aisles are going to be reset, the product in them switches to ptm status a few weeks ahead of time, which means there is lots of flexing going on in the hopes that the stuff will sell before the aisles reset and it gets marked clearance. It also means no backstocking is allowed, you HAVE to find a place to put all of it on the sales floor.




Saturday, November 24, 2012

A Quick Post-Black Friday Update

First of all, this was my first Black Friday working retail.

Second of all, Oh. My. God. I think I'm going to pack up my children and go move to a hut in the woods as far away from humanity as I can possibly get.

Third, I'm cranky for a serious lack of sleep and/or any amount of down time BECAUSE OF AMERICAN'S BEING OBSESSED WITH SAVING $20 ON A STUPID IPAD. Nothing has made me hate the iPad more than being swarmed by an insane mob wanting to get their greedy little mitts on a pathetically small percentage discount. And no, I don't know what the damn difference is between the generations since I've only touched one twice in my life because I'm getting paid to sell them to you at a rate where I'd have to dedicated an entire two weeks of pay just to buy a cute overpriced toy.

*ahem*

Fourth, I was Cashiering in Electronics when the store opened it's doors at 9pm on Thanksgiving Day instead of leisurely eating a 3rd helping of pie. I was still cashiering in Electronics at 4am on Black Friday itself instead of sleeping off a food coma. I finally got home, slept for 5 hours, and went back for another shift still on Black Friday instead of stuffing my face with leftover mashed potatoes and turkey. I am scheduled to continue to work Saturday and Sunday of the Black Friday weekend. Do you Americans see what your stupid mass consumerism has done to my life???

I hope you feel sufficiently guilty about it when playing the Star Wars edition of Angry Birds on your new iPad.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Every Storm Runs Out of Rain




By Gary Allan

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Ten Years of Dread

Alright, I'm a little nervous about the teenage years.

After all, the teenager is a strange and frightful beast to the parents. Plus it hasn't been that long since I was one, and remembering THAT is just down right terrifying.

Their personalities are so clear to me for what they will be. Kristina will loud and dramatic about everything, her world will be ending at least 3 times a week, she will be on her cell phone constantly, and doors will undoubtedly slam on occasion. Adrianna will have her moments, but for the most part be calmer and quieter and getting better grades. And sneaking out of her bedroom window because she's small and cute and trouble like that.

But my biggest worry is the learning to drive part.

More specifically, how Kristina will learn to drive several years before her little sister, and how I can just SEE her teaching 12 year old Adrianna how to drive while only possessing a learners permit herself.

In my car.

Because that is the relationship they have. Adrianna is a risk taker, and Kristina likes to feel as though she is taking care of her baby sister, even when it's more of the "enabling" sense.

So please, when I get that phone call from the police about pulling over my 12 year old for speeding on the interstate with only her permit-holding sister in the car, remind me of how cute they were when they were little.

Choo-Choo

My parents saved a lot of the toys (and books) from my childhood, and there really is something kinda neat in watching your children play with things like the train set you played with as a kid.

video

Saturday, November 17, 2012

The Unfortunate Story of an Unfortunate Foot

The day was Thursday.

It had been a pretty mild day at Target thus far.

We had a food truck delivery, but it was a small one and had been pushed to the floor with minimal time and stress.

I had taken the large metal cage of empty cardboard boxes back to crush them into the large bales that get recycled, and one of my coworkers was about to help me lift it up onto the stack of collapsed cages per standard clean up routine.

I went to slide it into a slightly better position for the part where we had to lift 100+ pounds of awkward metal up four feet into the air, and managed to slam a wheel into the inside of my right foot in the process.

It hurt. A lot.

But don't worry, all coworkers who witnessed and whom encountered me shortly afterwards as I bemoaned my hurting appendage were full of concern and sage advice.

...........if by concern you read "told me I was dumb to do that" and by advice you heard "just walk it off".  

*ahem*

So, being the slightly prideful person which I am, I attempted to not be wuss and gimped my way out of the store, consoling myself with thoughts of ice packs awaiting me at home.

But then I couldn't even drive on it (luckily my car is an automatic and I have left foot dexterity), and it kept hurting and swelling more and more on my way home.

So upon my ever-increasing-gimpy-status arrival home my parents had a brief logistical consultation, and my father whisked me back down to Boulder to have a few xrays taken.

Now of course, no visit to a doctors office for pain is complete without having the pained part thoroughly poked and prodded, and this one was no exception.

A few pokes and xrays later, I was informed that my foot was decidedly NOT broken, and that I just got to suck it up for a few days.

They did, however, put me in a walking boot cast for a week (to protect it from getting banged more than anything else, but as shoes are still uncomfortable from where the bruise is, I'm happy to wear it), and put down a work restriction for me of walking less than an hour a day.

And so, I got to witness first hand the selling out of our entire stock of Twinkies before 8:15am on Friday after Hostess announced their factory stopping production as I was reassigned to cashiering on a stool after going through the incident report process.

I also took full advantage of my familiarity with the Market department to get a bag of frozen peas to use as an ice pack on my breaks.

Most remarkably, between the stool assignment (which I may or may not now have butt bruises from), regular dosing of ibuprofen, and ice on breaks I made it through the work day with minimal discomfort.

And then I got home.

And small children do not understand nor properly respect doctor notes requiring limiting mobility like the Target Corporation does.

Or like, even how they probably shouldn't try to stand on Mommy's boot cast while it's propped up on the coffee table.

Which is how the few hours between when I got home and when they went to bed were substantially more demanding of my walking around and caused noticeably much more soreness in my foot than the entire workday had been. 

And so, it is with great anticipation I return to work on Monday, eagerly anticipating my stool and frozen peas that are awaiting me and the piece of paper that allows me to shuffle off to rest at any moment I happen to want to.

Yep, it's good of them to let me work instead of making me stay home and "rest".

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Confessions of an Ambivalent Shopper

I like to go into the really fancy clothing stores, like Nordstrums and Banana Republic, and make/try on outfits for a life I will most probably never have.

I often buy stuff from the children's stores just because I feel guilty for the havoc brought by my children, with the full intention of returning it the following week.

I hate the annoying kiosk people with a passion normally reserved for... um.... annoying kiosk people.

I often accidentally walk into the manikins in department stores and then apologize thinking they were a person.

I have the compulsion to say "it's ok, you don't have to give me the sales speech" to the sales associate starting into her required promotional spiel, but just politely listen to it anyways before declining.

I impulsively start fixing stuff in stores I don't work at because things being shelved wrong bothers me.

I am intimidated by the makeup counters.

I love nice shoes, but am far to cheep to ever buy any.

I am horrified by the idea that I won't be able to shop for Kristina from the children's stores soon at her current rate of growth. 

I like the newness, especially the smell, of new clothes and hate washing them before wearing them because then they don't seem knew any more when I first wear them. 

I can't walk past the jewelry stores in the mall without rubbing my ringless ring finger and feeling sad.

I only buy one meal at the foodcourt for me and my children to share, because it's so overpriced and I hate how much we throw away if I get them their own meals, but now they eat more so I end up not really eating lunch.

I still forget my purse somewhere on one out of every three shopping trips. Somehow, I always thought I'd be better about that after 10+ years of doing it.

I deeply ponder if there's any real difference in getting all your name-brand clothing as hand-me-downs and from goodwill instead of buying them new from the store as I stare at little girls' dresses in Gap.

I hate skinny jeans, and glare at all the racks of them muttering about what I'd pay (which I totally actually wouldn't) for a nice pair of boot cut khaki cords. 

I still buy most of my clothes from the juniors department.

I am always paranoid someone will walk in on me in the middle of changing in the dressing rooms.

I haven't had a friend I would hang out with at the mall since I was in high school, and I miss having someone to talk to more than I like to admit. 


Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Pursuit of Happiness

Americans like to throw around terms like "we have the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness".

Now ironically, it is also often while impinging on other people's attempts at pursing the exact same things, like their basic happiness. However, I think we're actually making some progress here.

Our presidential election was last week, and ushered in another 4 years of Barack Obama.

(Oh, and just in case you didn't see it, go watch Chris Rock's petition to white voters, as I cannot stop laughing at the mention of the president wearing mom jeans.)

My personal happiness on this development aside (what can I say, I have some seriously fundamental issues with old white men saying dumb things regarding my reproductive organs and equally poor biological and theological interpretations of it's my body so shut the hell up already the issue which shouldn't be an issue at hand), we also made some huge strides elsewhere on the ballot.

Colorado, my beloved home state, legalized Marijuana in a ground breaking measure which has huge implications (even beyond the part where everyone is already stoned, so it might as well be legal instead of just for those with "back pain") for redefining the legal system and to stop the continued disproportionate targeting of minorities for incarceration for minor none violent offenses (and we'll just ignore the language double standard concerning crack vs. cocaine a little longer). Along with the changes in the justice system and presumed decrease in spending on the prison part of the federal budget, it will be taxed and create an additional source of revenue for the state, not to mention all the exciting jobs in the pot and pot regulation industry itself.

Also, we just might now be seen as being cooler than Oregon.

Even more exciting, three more states legalized gay marriage. There's going to be a chunk in the south holding out until the bitter end, but I think it's quite clear at this point that it's just a matter of time before it becomes an accepted nation-wide practice (which is just so totally awesome).

And because this is how I like my political activism, I give you the ultimate reason to let gay people get married.

[Warning: Language]

(I feel really dumb putting warnings like that in, but as someone who sometimes browses the internet with small children surrounding her, I feel it's good to give a heads up so your not accidently teaching your children that saying "a mother fucking quiche" makes mommy laugh.)


Monday, November 12, 2012

Like a Lady

A truly accomplished young lady should have a certain skill set, hobbies, and personality traits to maximize her potential for finding a good husband. Or kicking some serious ass in the world. You know, whichever she'd rather do.

She should be equally capable of making a gourmet sandwich and chocolate chip cookies.

She should excel at cursing when the occasion calls for it.

She should know how to punch so it hurts.

She should keep her hair clean.

She should be competent at using a hammer and electric drill. 

She should read books.

She should own at least one fancy dress and feel no shame in scaling fences, rolling in mud, and hiking it up to her waist to run faster should the evening of her wearing it be improved by such behaivor.

She should drink beer, whiskey, and wine with an even hand.

She should be kind.

She should appreciate loud music on occasion.

She should never let a stupid person talking cheap talk make her feel less about herself.

She should be good enough at sewing to re-attach a button and own enough duct tape to serve all other occasions.

She should laugh loudly and often.

She should remember to run as fast as she can just to feel the wind on her face.

She should know she's beautiful in her old patched jeans.

She should go through each day with the self-confidence to take over the world if need be.

She should be awesome.

And above all else, she should be memorable. 




Sunday, November 11, 2012

Choosing Books

I read two categories of books.

The first is books that I have heard about or otherwise am inspired to read (like Jurassic Park), and therefore I seek that specific volume out (by which I mean order from Amazon) to read.

The other category is what usually ends up happening if I need to get a book on my lunch break from Target, by which I mean I select one from a very limited selection almost entirely on cover art alone.

The most recent one has a castle on it.

Oh, it also has a title.

Which I would be happy to tell you.

Once I go find the book so I can look at it and tell you what it's title is.

*ahem*

Ah yes, here it is.

The Distant Hours by Kate Morton.

And I am so not kidding when I said I got it because it had a castle on the cover.

It also has New York Times Bestseller splashed across the top, which I didn't pay much attention to until I picked up Water for Elephants (again, based on cover art alone) and ended up just loving, and the half I have red of The Distant Hours has also been quite good, so now I'm thinking I might give it some more creed.

A long time ago, I read Where the Heart Is as an Oprah's Book Club edition, and then tried several other books marked as such with high expectations that were not met.

Since then, I had a strange avoidance of otherwise "popular" novel choices due to mistrusting society (and to be fair, society has just been raving about things like 50 Shades of Grey and Twilight), but now I'm thinking that I may need to reconsider that bias some, at least where the New York Times is concerned.

However, pondering the book cover method of obtaining new books has made me wonder what makes other people grab one volume instead of another.

It is also how I identify books. Sadly, I am disgracefully bad at remembering titles and authors, but am extremely good at recognizing cover art and associating it with it's interior contents once seen.

And this odd attraction to the pictures on the front just might be my biggest reason for not being overly inspired by e-books thus far.

I'm also highly scornful of the cover on the copy of The Shining Amazon sent me not too long ago. Luckily, Stephen King does a good job content wise to make up for the horribleness left over from the 80s sense of color and composition.

Yep, books are an interesting breed to look at, and the appreciation for one is something I hope I manage to pass on to my children despite the current age of technology.

After all, I want to make sure they have plenty of opportunities to tease me mercilessly in their teenage years about my old fashioned was as I found with my own parents and their record player and slide rules.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

The Night the Dishwasher Broke

This is a tale from a different time and a different place. 

We were living in Oklahoma. It was a quiet night, much like this one. Kristina was a year and half, Adrianna was yet to be conceived, and Peter was spending the week on base for military training purposes.

It was about 10:30pm when I clicked the dishwasher on as I headed off to bed. I liked to shower in the evenings, but the hot water tank in the rental house we were living in just wasn't sufficient to support both of those things happening at once, so I had waited to run it until after my evening bathing routine was completed.

It was truly an unremarkable evening as I climbed into bed. 

I dozed and drifted for a while in a phase of not quite sleep. Kristina woke frequently during the night, and my ears were always straining to hear her. Suddenly I was fully awake. I listened. Something was off.

It took me a minute. Was that... water splashing?? It must be raining, with a clogged gutter on this side of the house... but, the moon is out, I can see it from my window.

I got up and looked in Kristina's room. She was soundly sleeping in her bed, but the sound of water was noticeably more clear in the hallway.

I followed it out into the kitchen, where water was pouring out of the dishwasher at an alarming rate.

I sloshed through the quickly-becoming-pond-like galley kitchen and opened the dishwasher door, to find my clean dishes inside and the hot rinse water still flowing in at full force.

Oh shit.

Um.. a shut off valve? There should be one of those... somewhere........ right?? That would turn off the water from the main source?

I gingerly peered underneath the sink. Having no idea what it was I was actually looking for and failing to see much of anything that looked particularly convincing of "all important valve", I went over to the boiler closet and looked at the various pipes coming out of the water heater.

Again, there was nothing that struck me as an "all important valve", so I quickly grabbed the phone and started making some calls.

The emergency line for the rental company took three tries before anyone even answered, and they were not particularly helpful and said they would see if they could get a plumber out tonight, but it would probably be tomorrow. My father, despite being woken up by this and living in another state, was at least able to tell me where to find the all important shut off valve (turns out it WAS under the kitchen sink).

Except that I couldn't get it to turn. Like, at all.

Another call to the completely unhelpful rental company later (seriously, an on call emergency number should connect you to people capable of handling your EMERGENCIES, how much of my stupid house has to flood before it counts as one??), I started to panic a bit.

I called several plumbers in the phone book, totally not caring that we would have to pay for their services of shutting off the water ourselves right then, and left several messages on after-hour emergency lines.

I tried to shut off the water coming into the house from the main street line, and was completely unsuccessful in that endeavor as well.

I called water company, and was stuck in the business hours and bill pay options recording.

I called the police department, and quickly regretted not setting something on fire to get SOMEBODY to come out to my fucking house and help shut off the water.

And at some point during all this, Kristina woke up and came out to the kitchen and started playing in the water that was now several inches high and covering over the entire kitchen and dining room area.

Soon she began to giggle as she ran and jumped through this personal horror of mine, and her slipping onto her bottom guaranteed that she was soaked from head to toe even before she started to "swim" along on her belly. 

It was about that moment I started laughing hysterically, watching my little girl gleefully splashing in the middle of the kitchen, because the whole situation was just reaching a level of ridiculousness that you have to either laugh or cry at it. 

And I did observe that our living room appeared to be on ever-so-slightly on higher ground, which kept the bulk of the furniture and carpet from suffering water damage.

Eventually, through more sheer desperation than any real expectation of it doing anything, I started banging on the stupid shut off valve under the sink with a wrench, and miraculously it finally started to turn and I was able to get it mostly turned off.

The sigh I gave when the water slowed down to a mere trickle from the full on rush it had been is one of the most relieved sighs I have ever made in my life. 

The culprits of the night.
I had just come back out to survey the damage and figure out what on earth I was going to do with a house full of water at midnight after getting Kristina into a dry sleeper and putting back to bed when a plumber showed up.

(Thank you rental company for bothering to tell me you ever did get a hold of someone who would actually show up that night. I might not have been quite so panicked for like, an hour in there, had I known someone was actually going to eventually come help me.)

He tighted up the water shut off a little more, poked at the dishwasher for a minute, and said someone would come back out tomorrow with the needed new part.

And then I began the process of moping up stupid amounts of water for the next few hours.

Finally, about 2am, I found some dry pajamas for myself and crawled back into bed, still cross at all the forces in the world that had completely failed me that night. My own physical limitations and lack of plumbing knowledge, the military and subsequent lack of on-hand husband and other support figures, the property management company we were renting from, the local plumbers who never answered/returned my phone calls, the lack of help within the city services, my lack of knowing the neighbors and not feeling comfortable going over to their houses in the middle of the night to ask for help. 

However, I did learn the very important lesson of where the dishwasher water shut off valve is in most houses and that when all else fails, just hit it with a wrench.

And in retrospect, the flood of clean warm water was MUCH better than the flood of sewage I had to deal with in our house in New York. 




Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Adrianna's Articulation Assesment

Adrianna has been receiving in home speech therapy services through the state funded Child Find program (which any child under the age of 5 and living within the Boulder Valley School District is eligible for evaluation with). However, she is only eligible to continue in that program until she turns 3, and if she needs further state-funded speech therapy she needs to be enrolled in a program with the Nederland Elementary School for preschoolers.

Yesterday I brought her to be evaluated to determine whether she meets the delay requirements to be enrolled in the preschool program.

Yep. She does.

I got to watch most of the evaluation through the secret window/mirror, which was an interesting experience in of itself, but there were a few moments that made me cringe.

The evaluators asked her what her sister's name was. She certainly knows it (heck, some days I'm quite certain she hears it more often than her own name), and answered the question with what I recognized as how she says "Kristina".

The evaluators couldn't understand it. At all. They ended up looking her sister's name up from her file.

That is one of those basic things that should be understood. Although I guess in all fairness, Adrianna tried to tell them the name of her cats, Whispey and Diamond, as well and was as equally not understood for those.

Her Significant Articulation Delay is, apparently, still significant, despite all the improvements she's made working with her therapist the last couple of months. 

Sigh.

On the upside, she scored very high on the cognitive part of the evaluation (at least at the level of a 3.5 year old, if not older), and her understanding of the language of others is not a concern as she responded appropriately to the evaluators' directions and prompts. 

However, she also had fluid in her ears (the subsequent visit to her pediatrician said they didn't look infected), and had trouble hearing some low tones on one side during the basic hearing and vision tests, so she will also be going to an audiologist for a full screening, and possibly an ENT (ear nose and throat specialist) to talk about tubes, for persistent fluid (infected or not) is not a good thing, especially if it is negatively affecting her ability to hear. Oh, and her tonsils apparently look quite large, which may or may not mean we're on track to have them out just like Kristina's were.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Election Day

Today is our presidential election in the United States.

And all I can say is that I am sooooooooo happy that the political ads will finally go away now.

I mailed in my ballot a couple of weeks ago. Look at me being all lazy good citizeny and totally on top of my stuff. Occasionally it does still happen. Lets savor this moment.

Also, I am working this evening, which means I'll probably find out how the official count is going through glancing at facebook on my phone during my breaks this evening. And I won't even need to know what the actual status is, just who posted and whether they're cursing or celebrating.

Oh, and you should totally congratulate me for making it through this election season with a bipartisan facebook friends list, as many people didn't..... 

Yep, that's how things roll here in America.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

A Wonderful Wrap Up

Halloween was a success on all accounts for us.

The girls got to wear their princess costumes for the holiday themed events going on at their respective schools (although the skirt Kristina wore TO kindergarten and in whatever amount of time there was pre-costuming has yet to show up again, and Adrianna apparently threw a bit of a fit when her teachers suggested she remove her much beloved red wig for naptime), then my folks took them over to the preschool Halloween party where they enjoyed the extra special occasion of the fire pit (which was graciously loaned to the school by, well, me... even though it's more of my father's and required him and his truck to transport it to/from the facility)  and then took a quick jaunt through the part of Nederland commonly refereed to as "old town" (it sounds better than 'concentrated region of dilapidated old cabins') for some brief trick-or-treating (along with every other child in the vicinity, as it's the only place where houses aren't at least a half mile apart).


I pulled off my brilliant Wonder Woman costume with much success (I really did think I was exceptionally clever to come up with such a good actual COSTUME that totally still fit the Target dress code), and I have to admit, I rather enjoyed being referred to as "Wonder Woman" over the walkie by all of my coworkers that day (I may need to wear the costume more often), even if they were slightly critical of my lack of actual super powers (if only I had worn a cape....). I also managed to gorge myself on Halloween themed snacks and candy in the break room (thank you most awesome HR girl Becky!!), and sweet talk my way into leaving an hour early (mostly just because I had stayed an hour late the night before and was NOT authorized for overtime that week) so I got home just in time to convince two sugar-coma-stayed-up-late-bemoaning-removal-from-friends-and/or-red-wig little girls to go to sleep. Yay!!

Also, I have completely accidentally come up with the most amazing solution for not scarfing my children's Halloween candy! Remember the day I worked some crazy double shifts? Well, the closing manager that evening had me pick out a couple treat bags and a TON of candy to bring home to the girls since I didn't get to see them at all that day (it was a really sweet gesture on his part), except that, being the somewhat rational parent which I sometimes am, I only put a couple of pieces of the candy into their treat bags when I left them out to surprise the girls when they got up in the morning. Thus three LARGE bags of candy have been sitting in my bedroom this last week. And they have been being eaten by me. Ahem. But I'm being so good! I haven't even LOOKED over my kids candy haul to see if there's anything I want yet! And all it took was copious amounts of candy at my disposal. Yep, I think there may definitely be a lesson here for Christmas. And possibly Easter....