I lived!

The good news is I lived through my first day back to work. The bad news  is my feet hurt and  I have to go back tomorrow.

Ava doesn’t have any pity for me at all. In fact, she texted me all day long with helpful tidbits like, “Hahaha, you’re a work!” and “Where are you? At work! Hahahaha!”

It’s hard not to feel warm and fuzzy about that sort of sisterly love, isn’t it?

At 3:50 I had cat withdrawals, which really sucked. I sincerely doubt that they’re ever going  to let me bring my cat to work to help me deal. Honestly, that’s such  a white-girl problem, I can barely believe I admit to having it.

You know what the bright spot in my day was? Looking at the calendar and seeing that I have Monday off for President’s Day.

Sigh.