I think that is ironic that my mother scolds me for bringing Robert with me to work so early because I was trying to beat the parking Nazi and get a good spot... When she used to make us do things like that ALL THE TIME. One incident I can remember is when she worked a car dealership in the part department and she had me and my sister sleep on the floor of the parts department while she went in overnight to do the inventory. It was the middle of the night, can't remember the season, but I know that we were sleeping in sleeping bags, and it was cold.... I do feel bad for making him get up so early, and I know that he will be grumpy today because of it and I am sorry for that, but we all make sacrifices and all I am saying is people in glass houses should not throw stones. My warm office where he can have breakfast and read quietly is much safer than dropping him off at Central and San Mateo at 530 in the morning, to sit at the Carrows with his camp gear, until it is time to walk to the high school to go to camp... Glass houses, stones... I am a stronger person because of those types of things, HOWEVER, don't give me sh*t for the things that I do with my kids, when the things that you did to me and my sister were 100 times more questionable...
Anyhow, there is my rant for the day. Spent last night in the Urgent Care with care, who was pushed off the bus by a drunk guy, and bruised her recently broken hand... Better to get it checked out... Not broken, so yeah!
So, day is almost over, stoopid fire alarm is going off. I think that is my Que to go home!
Blessed Be
Misty
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