Woeful Wednesday

I'm sick. My head cold and green yuk has now turned into a chest hack. C-man has been up the last two nights sobbing between 1 a.m. and 4 a.m., which hasn't improved my disposition. Ugh. Today's my day to start my "store experience". In other words, I'm spending the next 3 days in a department store stocking shelves, catching thieves, and ringing up purchases. Maybe now's not the right time to tell people that department stores make me clausterphobic. Can't I do an "online shopping store experience"? My conundrum of the day -- Why does Beerman wakes up the second you shut off his football game, yet if C-man wakes up crying right next to him shouting "Daddy", he snores on? Off to stock some shelves...