Too Pooped to Pop

When I was just a wee sprout, I remember my grams after a hard day working say “I’m just too pooped to pop!”  Visions of my grams exploding like a water balloon immediately filled my head. Today, however, I know exactly what she meant.

The weekend with Scott was fantastic! I am still planning to go to Alabama for Easter. I’m nervous and excited about it. I haven’t had the opportunity to talk to him since he left Monday afternoon. Actually, I haven’t had the opportunity to do anything except run home, change, shower, try to eat and go right back to work, it seems.  We have four waitstaff members out sick, during one of the busiest weeks of the year, so guess who’s pulling double and triple shifts?

I never fully appreciated my evening shifts until after having to fill in on day shifts this week. OMUHGOSH! I just thought night time was busy!

Anywhoodles, I’m only here for a few minutes, because I’ve got to go to a few appointments before going back to work tonight. I was promised Saturday and Sunday off, and I cannot wait. I think I will just sleep. Maybe indulge in some ice-cream, but definitely sleep.