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Well it has finally happened.

We both have jobs.

Ha! Take that Chicago!

Granted mine isn't really considered work, technically I am a volunteer but let's not focus on that. And of course we have the "feel good" jobs. You know, the ones where you are supposed to feel like you really made a difference today and everyday. Did I mention that those jobs also happen to be the ones where you feel like you have been run over by a truck today and everyday?

So after 5:00 am (for me) and 6:00 am (for he) wake up calls, long days wrangling kids and young adults that we are trying to help, and fighting rush hour traffic and CTA commuting fun... we sit pasted on the couch, hungry and waiting for our personal chef to come home and make dinner.

she's late...