Well, I’m home at 12:30… I originally asked for Friday PM off to go pick up the boy, but instead Blanche is bringing him here (yes, two weekends a row with the MIL), then when I was supposed to have a job interview today I asked for this afternoon off instead. I just cancelled the job interview (it’s too far away — what was I thinking?) so I’m still home. Why do I feel so guilty? I guess it’s because I’m home fooling around when I should be at work. Never mind that it’s a job I don’t care much for.
Bad, bad, BAD Elaine. I’m going to go read so I won’t sulk anymore.