What do you mean it’s Thursday?!

I had a lovely day!

I thought it was Friday! I was so excited! I woke up in a wonderful mood! I played with my cats. Readied myself for work.

Despite the grey skies it was a beautiful day. Then I saw the supply truck in the parking lot. I thought to myself “are they doing the supply run on Fridays again?”

I walked into the restaurant and it finally dawned on me that it was Thursday! It was the last of school.

Nooo!!! My excitement was crushed!

Despite my dreams being crushed I had a good day. It was extremely busy but I wasn’t stressed out. We didn’t slow down until nearly 3pm! We had a $4000 lunch😬

I had a surprisingly enough energy after work to do some grocery shopping. I was excited!

How lucky I was that my parents would grab my groceries for me (my money) I always felt guilty because they do so much for me already. I always make sure they know how grateful I am!

However the shopping list came with rules (holy cow Batman! It took me forever to figure out what word I wanted!🤦‍♀️😂)

  • no carbs
  • no bread/bagel
  • no sweets
  • No soda except ginger ale

I was excited because I was shopping for all my faves!

We decided to eat at McDonald’s. I put my bags of groceries at the table and went to order. Something small. So my mom wouldn’t have a problem with it. I joined them at the table. I noticed my mom glaring at me.

I smiled. “I aged 80 years” referring to the line. i waited 10 minutes while a customer ahead of me waited 20.

“Yes stop aging then” she snapped.

I frowned “no I meant I waited long in line”

I started to eat. “The girl was talking too damn much and not doing her work that’s why it was taking so long.”

“Stop talking like that!”

I frowned again bewildered by my mom’s anger. “There is nothing wrong with how I am talking” I shot back

“If you don’t like the people you are working with them don’t work there!”

Now I was angry “I said she talked too much and wasn’t working! That wouldn’t happen at my store.”

Momentary silence and I began to enjoy my poutine.

My mom glared at me “who said you could buy bagels”

I stopped chewing, slowly raised my head. My eyes never left hers and I stabbed my fries with my fork. “I did” I answered coldly “I don’t eat them often”

“Neither do I” my mom began “I like my”

I stabbed my fries again. Hard. my head rolling along my shoulders and again I fixed her with a cold stare.

Her voice trailed off and she turned her head away. My dad shook his head leaned in to tell her something in German.

Thankfully I finished my meal at home.

I’m enjoying a relaxing bath. Too bad it wasn’t a jacuzzi!

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