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Mar. 9th, 2010 06:52 pmChita is really wound up. There have been at least five Sneak Attacks in the last hour. I'm doing laundry, Z is doing dishes. It's sort of the first time we've been home and awake in a really long time. I'm going out in a bit to skate, though. Yeah. No rest for the wicked. I may play hooky later this week; it'll be the first practice I've missed in over a month. We'll see.
At work I typically am the one who arrives to unlock the door. I then proceed to set up, and on most days, a second person arrives a few minutes later and helps. But some days a week there's only me for a while, and the office staff, including the district manager, rolls in a bit before or after 10am. This morning I was alone for about 45 minutes first thing, and then the door opened. Instead of the six-foot-threeish DM, I look down and it's a tiny girl. It's his four-year-old daughter. She skips happily into the store clutching a stuffed dinosaur. I look up. Behind her is the DM, looking weary.
"Mom got called into work today," he said, "and my sitter's out of town."
It was actually a pile of fun. The child is not always well-behaved, but today was suitably entertained by herself. She followed her dad around a bit, and pestered him somewhat, but was good about not interrupting when he was talking to customers. She flirted with all the kids that came in, only moved a little bit of furniture, mostly played quietly with her dinosaurs, and then, uncharacteristically, totally zonked out on two office chairs pushed together, for like an hour. It was unreasonably cute.
It was also super busy, so we kind of had to rush around.
My life is super mundane and boring when I look at it like this. Oh well. Last night I was so excited to have a night free of roller derby obligations. Z and I went out to dinner, picked up a few groceries, and both fell asleep at 8pm and woke up only to go properly to bed a few hours later. Yes, really. That's my glamorous life.
At work I typically am the one who arrives to unlock the door. I then proceed to set up, and on most days, a second person arrives a few minutes later and helps. But some days a week there's only me for a while, and the office staff, including the district manager, rolls in a bit before or after 10am. This morning I was alone for about 45 minutes first thing, and then the door opened. Instead of the six-foot-threeish DM, I look down and it's a tiny girl. It's his four-year-old daughter. She skips happily into the store clutching a stuffed dinosaur. I look up. Behind her is the DM, looking weary.
"Mom got called into work today," he said, "and my sitter's out of town."
It was actually a pile of fun. The child is not always well-behaved, but today was suitably entertained by herself. She followed her dad around a bit, and pestered him somewhat, but was good about not interrupting when he was talking to customers. She flirted with all the kids that came in, only moved a little bit of furniture, mostly played quietly with her dinosaurs, and then, uncharacteristically, totally zonked out on two office chairs pushed together, for like an hour. It was unreasonably cute.
It was also super busy, so we kind of had to rush around.
My life is super mundane and boring when I look at it like this. Oh well. Last night I was so excited to have a night free of roller derby obligations. Z and I went out to dinner, picked up a few groceries, and both fell asleep at 8pm and woke up only to go properly to bed a few hours later. Yes, really. That's my glamorous life.
