tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1213391870364919928.post-91827662454984774652007-02-11T06:43:00.000-08:002007-01-30T05:44:14.357-08:00I decided to follow up last year's gig as a valentine delivery chick with a 5 day stint at Godiva.<br />The first day was a bit of training, hanging out in the store. The rest of the time would be spent handing out samples and doing what I like best- yapping with complete strangers. So far I've advised two guys on the perfect engagement, gave one dude my list of how to weed out women that aren't right for him and talked a woman down off the ledge when she wanted to buy nut clusters for her highly allergic mother in law.<br />All fun, but here's the prob.<br />Day One - Prince #2 staggers into the kitchen saying he doesn't feel well. And he looks it too. Hubby could swing going into the office later and Prince #1 had a 1/2 day so my sicky boy was only home alone for a nano second. My "I am the worst mother in the world" mental beating is gruesome.<br />Day Two - I was able to catch 10 minutes of the kids basketball game before my shift at choco land. I'm waiting to turn right out of the school parking lot and a 3 car pile up happens right in front of me. Simple teenage failure to stop. One chick was stopped signaling to go left, the car behind her stopped, the car behind her-not so much. The last 2 cars had teenage boys driving them and they were so freaked. Poor little guys. I called 911, made sure everyone was ok, gave my statement to the police and was 30 minutes late for work.<br />Day Three- Today- 7:30 am, the call every parent longs to hear - "Moooooommmmmy! I don't feel good." Prince #3 is now running a 102.5 temp and I'm supposed to be a la mall in 2 hours. His temp is back down, I'm worried that it is strep, hubby has to go on a business trip on Monday leaving me to rely on the kindness of friends to juggle the boys. So let's do the math- $7.50 an hour, which I think the boys blew the last 2 days salary when they went to Zuzu's for dinner last night because that is way easier than raiding the pantry.<br />Day 1 - Sick kid<br />Day 2 - Three car pile up blocking my way to work<br />Day 3 - Another sick kid.<br />Someone is trying to tell me something.Queen Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14521143405113319718noreply@blogger.com