I finally got some sleep last night. It was only 6 hours, but that is 6 hours more than I got the night before. I look like death warmed-over. When my alarm went off this morning, the dogs didn't even move. (If mama doesn't sleep, dogs don't sleep) When I got up to pee, Louie lifted his head up (with all of his fur mashed on one side of his head...cute!) and looked at me like "have fun at work, I'm going back to sleep"...and *thud*...down went the little fuzzy head. I took a shower and came into the bedroom to get dressed where the dogs were STILL on the bed. At that point I made them get up and go potty.
The restaurant nightmare is still looming, but last night was fairly mellow. I guess I'm just going to wait and see what happens - I'm in no mood to look for another job, and you never know, it might turn out OK. I am probably going to cut my shifts down from four a week, to two a week. It is possible that will make me more gooder.
Oh, gotta go...time to take a Vivarin...