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The Scream That Rounded Out Day 1 of 2013

I don't know if y'all heard a scream about 20 minutes ago but um, yeah, it was loud. I secretly left the house (secret from the kids) and met my brother in law to pick up my niece, Baby Girl. She hasn't stayed with us in quite some time and I was so excited to see her. When we got home, I wasn't sure if my three kids were asleep or not (it was right near bedtime). We came inside, oh so quietly. Baby Girl peeked into my room to see if Sophia was sleeping on my bed. She whispered back, "She's awake!" and I told her to say BOO! to Sophia. 

Oh the screams and giggles!! So much happiness and excitement! It was worth the temporary ringing in the ears. Even the husband, who's not feeling well, was all smiles. What an awesome way to end the first day of the new year.

The beginning? Oy, that was rough. I didn't go out, ha! Like I would've had the time. I worked until ten last night and was back to work at 7am. Yes, there are places open all night and day, even New Years. I started answering the phone at work with the greeting and "Yes, we are open today, all day". It was brutally slow and I was sure a slow, painful death was my only way out. 

All of a sudden, the flood gates opened, someone put out a news bulletin, the billboards on the freeway must have said we were open and boom! slammed with customers. I had one cashier. Another was late. It wasn't pretty for awhile there but we pulled through. Bonus? No pissed off customers. WIN! 

All in all, a fantastic first day of the year. I hope your first day was a good one and if it wasn't? It's OK, there are lots of days ahead. 

Welcome 2013, make me proud!

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