Kickin' my butt

Well I went to the first day of cleaning the Post Office today. Boy am I out of shape. My lower back is mad at me, my knees aren't speaking to me and my hands are not wanting to cooperate. In my defense I will say that I was trying to play catch up on the cleaning. It appears that small things had been neglected for a little while and so it was definitely taking me longer than it should. Plus I ended up standing in the janitors closet for a good 15 minutes this morning when I arrived, just trying to figure out what the heck was going on with the supplies. I felt completely out of my element, but decided to forge ahead. I couldn't find anything that claimed to be glass cleaner and so I had to ask the Post Master if an unmarked bottle of solution was just that, glass cleaner. He jovially responded to me that he thought it was, but that if it melted something to just try something else. Good answer. I figure it will take the rest of this week to try and play catch up and then by next week I should have a routine. I must admit it was lovely getting done with work so early and being able to come home to the family. I loved the greeting the smallest gave me, just a huge cuddle and was happy to just sit in my arms with his head on my shoulder. The only problem was my back was beginning to yell obscenities at me and so I had to put him down.

Hopefully my body parts and I will be on speaking terms by tomorrow morning. Wish me luck negotiating a truce with them.