It's been one of those days.

Like a big time one of those days. First I go to work, of course, and I was like the only one who showed up. Customers were far and few between since its a "holiday" or whatever... So I pulled out all the booths, swept behind them, cleaned tables that were left dirty, scrubbed toilets (and really how does shit GET on that part of a toilet anyway??) so then I spent the next hour or so, playing on pinterest... My newest found addiction.

I get home, after working all day... and my husband apparently took today as his day off, from everything. The laundry did not get folded, dishes were not done, so I got to do them before I could make dinner. Oh yes and I had to take kids to exchange a shirt that was too small, trade my blue ray player for one that worked, and do some general shopping for various odds and ends.

I get home, and my husband is still doing nothing much... Unless you count hiding in the bedroom, laying on the bed watching TV doing something. I think he came out to eat some dinner (which was CHILLI dogs since I was so busy actually doing things today) Then he's been back in there again.

Yeah I am a bit irritable, and no its not that time, I don't think. I could use help, every day... Especially when my husband is home, sans job at the moment I expect it. I am stressed out with children and responsibillities and bills and my job. STRESSED OUT! A little help would have been lovely.

Hopefully though tomorrow is a nice day. Boss is off, so that always makes things interesting. We'll see how it all goes down! Till then....

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