So very, very tired.

Have just finished my second week of working in the Florist.  Which means I have done a total of 17 hours . . . . I am shattered.  My feet hurt.  I'm tired.  And I am so bloody jealous of D. spending all the time with the kids I could vomit.  Why is it you think you'll never get away from them and the minute you do (okay, so not THE minute) you miss them so much?  Don't miss them whilst working but I do miss them when I've missed my stupid no. 43  bus and I'm stuck waiting for an hour (more standing on sore feet.  Did I mention my feet hurt??), thinking of them doing their homework etc.  Jesus, nothing like rose tinted glasses huh?  When I'm contstantly around them I try and hide from them so go figure.  Trying to work out if I can afford a pair of fitflop boots . . . . hehhe sore feet!