So here's a re-cap of my week. Go to work on Monday. Start out the week a little tired from the not-yet-used-to-time-change lack of sleep. About noon my sister's daycare calls to say that Travis has pink eye and needs to be picked up but they can't get a hold of mom or dad. I'm next up on the emergency contact list. I try my bro-in-law only to find out that he's in Cleveland for the day. I know my sister is at home asleep after working the graveyard shift at the hospital but I can't get her to answer the phone. She lives about 2 minutes from the daycare. I, on the other hand, am about 20 minutes from the daycare. For a second, I contemplated just calling in a favor to the police department in her small town and asking an officer to go bang on her door to wake her up. My partner talked me out of that. He thought that'd be mean and my sister might have a heart attack. So I leave work early and drive over there. Of course, I have to get all the kids cuz Aunt Krista couldn't just get Travis. That'd be the crime of the century to them. So back to their house we go. Thank God I have a spare key. Carla was surprised to see us. We found that the phone had been unplugged. She blamed the cats. Yeah sis ...sure. So I hung out for a few hours entertaining them so she could get a couple more hours of sleep. I go home tired.
Wake up bright and early the next morning at 5am to get on the treadmill because I'm still chipping away at the new years resolution diet. Go to a special training class for work on interview and interrogation techniques. Then find out the guy who shares my second job is sick and asks me to cover his shift tonight. So my work day ends up being 10 1/2 hours long.
Same thing the next day except I sleep in until 6am. Today is my long day with the second job so I end up working for 12 1/2 hours. Still tired and it's not getting better. Oh and there's a huge thunderstorm ALL NIGHT LONG which wakes me up at least four times that I'm consciously aware of.
Wake up tired. Same thing the next day. BTW ... it was a 3 day seminar but at least I'm now better trained to perform electro-shock in order to ellicit confessions from bad guys. Relax you liberals, I'm kidding. Again the other guy is sick so I cover his shift at the second job. Another 12 1/2 hour day.
My arse is dragging. I haven't had the energy to get back on the treadmill. Tomorrow is my turn at the second job so it'll be another 10 1/2 hour work day. Then the weekend. But do I get to rest. Oh no. I'm working 8-9 hours both Saturday and Sunday on a special undercover assignment. I'd tell ya about it but then that'd defeat the purpose of it being undercover, right? (So if any of you locals happen to bump into me this weekend, pretend you don't know me. LOL!) The good news is it'll be much more fun than the average work day and it's all overtime pay. Woo Hoo!
I'm busting my arse for my baby girl. Every dollar I can save for the adoption fund is less debt for me when she finally does come home. Which means a more comfortable lifestyle for her. I'm tired but it's worth it.
I'm going to bed now. Nite y'all.
PS. To my fitness group gals (cuz I know you read here) nothing new to report. Down a couple more I think but too tired to post. I'll catch up next week. Keep up the good work. Rah Rah Sis Boom... awww the hell with it... I'm exhausted. :)