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Packrat? You Have A Call On Line One. Packrat, Line One.

I haven't been to work since Saturday and I have to tell you, even though I'm just a cashier, I could tell by the end of the night that it had been awhile. My arms were killing me. My hip was popping out, totally normal when I'm pregnant. I was glad to get home. Tomorrow I just may die while working since it's a full day shift. Well that and I don't anticipate going to bed anytime soon.

The living room looks as good as it's going to get for now. I have a lot of clean clothes that I need to bring upstairs but otherwise, I think Dad will be happy with how it turned out. My bedroom though? It sets of panic attacks when I go in there. There's so much.....crap. Yes that's the word. Well shit is the word but I was trying to avoid swearing. Oh hell. The extra mattress is on the bed and now I feel like the Princess and the Pea and I could very well need a step stool to get in and out of bed. Fun.

The Peanut is sick. She just finished her croup medication today. She's running 102.8 in one ear and close to that in the other. Sigh.

It's been one long ass day and hopefully, the night will be less stressful.

I can only hope.


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