Come on. I'll have ya!

Traditionally this week is one of the more stressful weeks of my working year.
I usually am in a total tizz, and more than a bit strung out.

Strangely - or wonderfully - I've been okay this year. And this makes me really happy.
And it's not for want of the universe throwing curve balls at me. Big mother curve balls!
But I think it's running out of ammo. All today held was an agro patron, a workmates hissy-fit-meltdown, and a couple of square metres of baby vomit. Who knew that such a small thing could hold so much volume. And all over the books too. What a stinky clean-up. Eeeew.
At least in my next performance review I can surely say I've fulfilled "other duties as required".

In more frivolous news, I have plans for a Bad Dog costume.
Sure most of my costume plans don't come to fruition. But just maybe I'll have time to sort this one.

Oh, and I think Mr M and I might actually go on a real holiday sometimes soon!
*fingers crossed*