They aren't even here yet, but I'm already suffering. We're working nine-hour days and even though I've stayed extra sometimes, this schedule is kicking my ass. It's only one hour and we get to leave early Fridays, but it's getting me and my coworkers down. Well, not all of them. OK, maybe the fact that one gets to leave an hour early because she has to pick up her kid from daycare is putting a damper on the whole extra hour. She's had more excuses for her 18-month-old than I've had in 10 years for my son. That's probably what it comes down to. I'm bitter she can get away with crap and that I'm a chump and put in my time and do my work.
I always tell my son, "I don't care about what the other kids did or who started it or who got the lowest or the highest grade." Why can't I convince myself of that? And why can't I stop thinking about hamburgers?
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