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I’ve been asking that question of myself a lot lately. As I sit here at work, almost physically unable to sustain all of the changes in my life recently, I wonder: “Is it even worth it to be here?” In the long run of things, getting the schedule to the client a few days early isn’t what really matters. I understand that you have to keep your personal life and your professional life separate, but when something that should take a year or two to plan out has to be done in a week, then it’s flipping HARD TO CONCENTRATE. Trent keeps telling me I can’t get stressed, just let it go, do what I can and move on to the next thing.

Luckily for me, I was able to confide in someone at work who will cover my stuff when I have to scurry out of the office. She who is known as the “Queen all that is Cheez-It” and the woman who started the evil Cheez-It trend at our office. At this moment, there are three boxes of Cheez-It’s on three different desks. It’s a Cheez-It REVOLUTION!

This weekend, in between all of the sleeping by the trees and the yelling at the boyfriend for no reason and the watching of the episodes of Friends while on a controlled substance, I attended two birthday parties for my sister’s triplets. The 5th anniversary of the day when I finally became the person my sister was to me. My sister’s kids and I are 17 years apart, while my sister and I are 15 years apart. When I was little I would stand at her doorway at 7 in the morning, waiting in the the dark for her to wake up. She was probably hungover and extremely annoyed that her 4-year-old sister wouldn’t stop staring at her in a creepy “village of the damned” sort of way, but she would always open her eyes, say “fine, come here” and I would crawl into her bed with her. When she left for college, I cried for days, and every time I visited her I bawled hysterically when I was forced to leave by that damn CEO of QVC.

Now my sister is finally getting some payback. Her daughter now does the same things to me that I used to do. Including crying hysterically every time I try to leave the her house. The boys, well, they could care less, but they do get rather excited to see me as they hope that I will bring Trent with me. I hate to admit it, but they totally dig him more than me. I mean, he’s a boy, he can throw them farther in the pool, he has a red jeep and he has a beard. Yesterday was the final reveal of the finished beard to the boys. They were so intrigued, staring, touching and finally asking, “but how did it come out of your face!” I guess I would be amazed too if the only other bearded person I’d seen was Santa.

Anyway, at the first of the two parties, my niece summed up her birthday extravaganza.

Me: “Do you see all the presents? You are one lucky girl.”

Her: “I knnooow. That’s why we invite so many people to our parties.

Me: “Because you want presents? Sloanie, that’s not true, it’s because they’re your friends. Presents are just extra.”

Her: Smiles….bascially implying, “I smell BULLSHIT!”