Last week began the first of 8 weeks of me working 3 graveyard shifts a week. I am covering for a co-worker that had back surgery.
Why would I agree to this?
In all honesty I think I went crazy during the 30 minutes I agreed to it. Because really who in their right mind would agree to work Sundays, Tuesdays and Thursdays from 11pm to 7am.
The kicker isn’t working during the night, it’s the fact that when I come home at 7am on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, my two little munchkins are there waiting for me to take care of them the rest of the day.
Last night marked my 4th shift.
A shift filled with nothing…except I did almost finish an entire book AND eat my weight in peanut M & M’s which is pretty impressive when you think about it.
I have a feeling that my blog will be neglected during these next 2 months. I am going to try my hardest to post in the wee hours of the morning when the rest of you Alice’s are tucked snuggled in your beds.
So if you wake up with the kids and it’s between the hours of 11pm and 7am on Sunday, Tuesday or Thursday; be sure to think about your Mad caffeine drinking blogger friend and say a little prayer that I won’t want to lock my kids up in their room so I can sleep the next day.