(photo from: NewYorkGirlStyle.com)
I’ve been burning the candle at both ends. It’s true, and it’s okay, and if I recognize it then I can get through it…right? Right.
For the past seven months, I’ve worked the first job as a professional waitress, along with the second job in retail. There’s also the apparent house-sitting job that I have every few months, and the OTHER food-service job that comes up from late spring to early fall. With all that being tallied, at the current time I am holding down FOUR ‘responsibility’ titles. Needless to say, I’m wiped. It’s become a deep, aching tired. M is also a busy gent himself, but recently worked a few of my kind of days…you know the sixteen hours of employment kind…and he was all “HOW DO YOU DO THIS?” which made me feel quite validated in my frequent naps and nothing-filled nights.
SO. While at the retail job, I heard this song. It’s so fitting. Not that working a lot makes me a superhero, but I sure do feel like it some days…most days. I’m working hard to make this move happen. To make this new part of my life happen. Having this goal is the most consuming, exhausting, fulfilling thing I’ve done in a long while. Therefore (theme song dance party commences):
And while we’re discussing Wonder Woman. I’ve decided my superhero ‘look’ would totally include animal prints. Mainly this hot-hot-hot dress I found tonight when playing dress up with my sister. We have a family wedding on July 3rd, and I couldn’t help trying on fancy, pretty things. See I have a dress. It’s great, yellow, Calvin Klein, and incredibly marked down at Marshalls last summer. It’s perfect; it’s me. But it’s not animal print. Or bow-chicka-wow-wow hot. This dress is. Please buy it for me and tell me I can wear it to the wedding.
Or to the grocery store. Or to wash the dishes.