Guys. The Real World is getting real. And by the Real World I mostly mean my work world. One of my bosses/coworkers (I really have no idea if she has any authority over me or not) is pregnant and about to pop. She’s currently still harboring the fetus in her belly, but she’s officially on maternity leave, which means more work for me. Starting next week I shall be almost kinda mostly full time. Real official sounding, right? I’ll be working four out of five days of the week, two of which I’ll be there 9am to 5pm-ish. I’m aware that in actuality that’s not full time, but it’s better than what I’m rockin’ right now. So hooray for more work! Betcha never thought that declaration would be made, huh?
Random side kid story from work today:
I was sitting on the Circle Time rug when a little three year old came up to me very sweetly, wrapped her arms around my neck, and asked, “Do I need to go to the baaathrooooom?” I looked right back at her and said “I don’t know, you tell me!” I then proceeded to tell her to go to the bathroom and try because I didn’t want to deal with finding new pants for her while she contemplated the answer and wet herself.
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