I certainly don't feel like I had a weekend. Friday was fairly relaxing, I'll admit - but Saturday I was up and about by 6:30am, out at the soccer fields at 7:30am, stayed until 1pm, went home, goofed off a little, then packed up family and props and went off to the Huntington Library and Gardens to perform three Edward Gorey pieces (as a family) for their Poe & Gorey night.

Much fun was had by all, and the powers that be are working out how to get more people in next year - possibly two nights on separate weekends. (It's a security personnel issue - for every so many people in the place, they need a security guard.) We got home at 10:30, stayed up for nachos and wine until about 11:30ish before we collapsed into bed.

And on Sunday I started my new job - up at 6:30am to make sure I really was awake...and didn't eat much breakfast. But we worked hard - when we first got there, there was NOTHING in the store except empty fixtures for clothes (and naked mannekins). By 10:30am, we'd unloaded a truck and had all the rolling racks unloaded and most of the clothes in their appropriate places. Then the boxes got unloaded...we worked our tootsies off, we did!

I came home at 5:20 and collapsed into a bathtub that hubby had thoughtfully run for me. Then I made pizza. (sigh)But the good news is, Tom bought us a washer - ours just isn't working any more.

This morning it was up at 5:30, yoga and abs work and then oats for brekkie before herding the kinder and heading off to work, BARELY making it due to traffic on the freeway. Note to self: don't go that way tomorrow.

And I'm working tomorrow again until 2pm, but then I'm off until Wednesday at 5pm, where we have our pre-opening and get to shop! Yay!

Thursday, we open. I'm working 9:30a-5p. I'm totally expecting to be completely exhausted by the end of my day.

And still no iPod of any type in sight. Maybe next paycheck.