Note to Self: Don't Put Hot Metal in Your Mouth!

I usually work about 40-45 hours a week. My job is not terrible - for sure there are many other things I would dislike more than managing a restaurant. However, some days are utterly exhausting. Like knock you on your butt, make you lose all your patience and your ability to convincingly sell your "of-course-you're-right-because-you're-the-customer" smile. Today was one of those days.

I didn't sleep very well last night which only really makes working a nine hour day that much worse. I also got my ass chewed out by a regular, grouchy guest about halfway through my shift (in which I used every ounce of remaining self control to choose not to forfeit my job in order to give him a piece of my mind).

When my shift finally ended and I got home, I immediately laid down for a two hour nap. It was glorious. Really. There are no words for how amazing it felt to just relax under a ceiling fan in the soft light of the afternoon. It is occurring to me just now that today was the first day of summer and there's no other way I would have preferred to usher the season in than with a nap.

I was significantly better company after my nap and I went out to dinner with my mom and sister. It's not too often than we get to spend concentrated time together, mostly due to our (ok, my) crazy schedules. I love them immensely and, quite honestly, having dinner with them was the best part of my day. We laughed our way through the meal and throughout the trip to the grocery store that followed. While at the store we decided to buy everything we needed to make stove-top s'mores (something we haven't done in at least six years).

We put away all the groceries and I got everything ready - it was a hard job unwrapping those candy bars, but someone had to do it. Then we put our marshmallows on forks and began roasting them over an open gas stove flame. It was very exciting when mom's marshmallow caught fire and her first instinct was to wave it frantically in the air, thereby increasing both the size of the flame and the risk that this little ball of fire would fly off her fork and burn the house down. It was not so exciting when, after constructing my first s'more, my first instinct was to eat the remaining marshmallow off the heated metal fork. Suffice it to say that my tongue is a little more sensitive than usual.

I can try and blame it on my stress-induced exhaustion or clumsiness, but the truth of the matter is that I was just super excited for melted marshmallows and could not wait to have them in my mouth. I was a little burned, but enjoyed my classic summer dessert so much that it totally made up for it.