Friday, April 4, 2008

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Well, it's the happiest weekend of the year over here in my part of the world. It's inventory weekend! I just finished the first thirteen hour day. (after very little sleep the night before. We had another thunderstorm. Ivan did fine. It was Diego who spazzed out the entire night, running from room to room, getting under the bed, getting out from under the bed, clawing at the door, sticking his cold nose in an unsuspecting person's face, jumping on said unsuspecting person-who really should have been expecting it at this point--crying, digging through the towels in the laundry basket to make a nest, and then repeating the process for seven whole hours.) Tomorrow will be another thirteen hour day and then if I'm lucky, Sunday will just be six hours or so. But I love inventory! I'm not sure why. I'm not a math fan nor am I obsessively organized. Maybe it's because there's a sense of accomplishment at the end of the day. Or maybe I'm just a bit odd.



I have worked at this store since Cinderella was six weeks old. I have done plenty of inventories there. I was remembering back to when I would have to leave my children overnight at my mother-in-laws because the hours were so late and so long. The kids would always be so sad to have mommy and daddy gone overnight. (Josh works every inventory with me. What a guy!) I sometimes think they thought we were having a party and they couldn't come. Last year my daughter worked inventory with me. This year, my mother-in-law joined the crew as well. Next year, The Boy will be old enough to sign up. It's turning into a real family affair! (you're more than welcome to come along too! It's fun. Really, it is. I promise.)



All this to say, I will probably be silent for a few days. Or I will be so hyped up on caffiene or so sleep deprived that I will post utter nonsense seventy two times a day. Because seventy two is a good number. So I haven't really fallen off the face of the earth. I'm just stuck in the store, counting and counting and counting. (last year we counted over 97,000 items. I bet we have more stuff this year!)