There should be a bigger word for work

(Added a cutting board. New towels would be cool, but we don't really NEED them. Also we can drink juice out of coffee mugs. We don't need both.)

Today I started my increased responsibilities or whatever it's called. I was worried it would be hard and I would cry but really there was just a lot of photocopying and sorting things into packets and calling people to confirm meetings. The only hard part was calling people. I panicked and hung up on the first person. The woman training me said I'd probably get everyone's voicemail so that's what I was prepared for and it threw me off when someone answered.

When Alex came from camp at the end of work she wanted to come to the diner with me and didn't want to go home. She had to sit in the lobby until the dinner rush was winding down because it was too busy for her to sit anywhere.

When it died down I told Alex she should go home because otherwise she was going to be too tired tomorrow but she refused, even after I offered her a taxi. So of course on the way home I was practically dragging Alex down the subway steps because she was dragging her feet and complaining of being exhausted. At Josh's house Alex didn't even change her clothes - she just dumped her camp bag on the floor and flopped on the bed. Asked Danielle to put her lunch bag in the kitchen (the ice pack has to freeze overnight) and me to wash her dance clothes and hang up her bathing suit and towel. It was a really long day.

Breakfast: bagel with cream cheese and lox, OJ, patriotic fruit salad (strawberries, banana, blueberries)
Lunch: sicilian pizza, chocolate italian ices
Snack: carrot and celery sticks
Dinner: cup of soup at diner, honeydew