Especially when it’s limited to part-time, preferably with hours that don’t conflict with your husband’s day job. There is a very good chance I’ll end up in red and khaki (which admittedly is preferable to a royal blue vest*).
Another potential problem: after a full day explaining to Raisin why Saturday comes after Friday and how I am getting older and won’t ever be a baby again, my brain is very, very tired. Does anybody know someone who will pay me to watch Survivor and House?
*The Jellyman has just informed me that they don’t wear vests anymore. Not that I would know that, since I haven’t darkened Wal-Mart’s door in years.