A Little More Right There, Please.

So, it's quite obvious to anyone who knows me how picky I am. Well, I married one just like me. We always laugh about what we used to eat before we ever met...because frankly, we eat the exact same things. I think our taste buds just merged when our hearts did. Who knows? I went to pick up Jersey Mike's for dinner because I was way too busy today to cook a meal.

The sweet adult that took my order and began cutting my meat (if you know Jersey Mike's, you know the deal...) and then passed my sandwiches to her. And this is where it all began. Okay, I'll admit it. Some days it takes all I have to put my feet in front of the other, but most of the time I love the life I live and would not trade it for anything in the world. I was kidless at this point, so I felt like I had all the time in the world to observe this young girl finishing my fresh dinner. She sloppily put the remains of my sandwich on, as if there was a million people in line behind me. Funny, I was the only one in the whole place that wasn't employed there. She left a huge dry spot on the bread where there was no oil and vinegar. I kindly asked. "Would you mind putting a little more oil and vinegar right there, please." I pointed to the obvious dry spot on my sub. She looked me as if I had two heads and rolled her eyes. The lady who had started my sandwich was now at the cash register. I politely let her know that "She must not be very happy to be at work." She chuckled and her mumble let me know she agreed. I don't know what it is with me lately, but I have been letting people know what is on my mind. Almost the same thing happened to me at Rack Room Shoes a few weeks ago...except the cashier replied, "Nothing. I'm fine," to my "Are you just not happy to be here today?" Clearly, she wasn't.

I think people get caught off guard when I say that...but to be honest, who really wants to go to work? I don't know that many that do...so suck it up and face reality: you have to! Don't ruin everyone else's day with your sourness!

Speaking of sourness, my beautiful, curly-haired princess has officially been diagnosed with the terrible twos. I'm not gonna lie - it's been pretty terrible. It's one of those things...when she's good, she's good and when she's bad, she's very bad. Everything is "mine" and "No, Mommy!"...I swore these days would never come in my household. But, they are here! I'm hoping they'll leave sooner rather than later. Although it's not a constant struggle, her bad side rears its head at the absolute worst times. Of course.

I know that these are the days I will so badly miss when my children get older. I love their innocence and the fact that I can always 'make it better'...I will soon forget the moments when their strong wills over powered their minds...but I will never forget how huge my children's hearts are. They love life, almost as much as I love them.

Goodnight, folks.