Diary of A Worn Out Mom
Seriously, I am so tired and worn. It's happened. I have officially reached a new level of mom hood in my life. Mile markers start meaning less and less after you hit 21, and when you hit 33, well the big mile marker is the fact that you actually got to sleep. Seriously. It's kinda funny how life hits you. You go your whole school life working and striving to be this person you think is going to change your future, and when you get there, it's not that big of a deal. Graduate college? Great. Got your dream job? Good for you. But when you're there, it's like, where do I go now? I'm not going to lie. I am a tad bit ashamed of my job. I work as a cashier at a grocery store. Honestly, my cousins all have these fabulous jobs (bankers, professors, doctors, lawyers, judges, etc.), and I work part time in a little mom and pop grocery store. My hourly pay sucks, and there are times people are so rude and pushy you just want to walk out and quit. But