So, I've been working two jobs for the past 6 months. I worked full time at one and part time at the other, usually about 55 hours a week, but, since I'm working at a girls camp for the summer and then off to school in the fall, I got to quit the full time job. It was the best feeling in the world, I'll tell you what (I think of that sentence like Hank Hill said it). It was worth the two jobs when that magical week came when I got two paychecks.
It's given me lots of time to plan for camp and to play with my Cricut machine (the most amazing machine known to man, seriously).
Otherwise, my life is Boring, is it the summer yet?