Normally I don't blog about work. But today I have nothing to talk about with the exception of complaining.
I love spending the extra time with my daughter. I would go to work part-time if I could. But today was especially tough because every time I got on the phone (and today it was a lot more than usual) she decided it was time to start talking to me as well. Or cry. Or yell. Or scream.
Normally I am not on the phone that much, but it did teach me one thing. I can't work from home if I have a job that will require me to be on the phone for the majority of the time I am working. Today was tough.
I would probably feel better if my husband brought me some flowers.
Specifically these ones: