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Today was my first day back to work after two years of part time afternoon work.  I decided to go ahead and start picking up saturday morning shifts to bring in a little cash.  Waking up at 5:30 a.m. was not as bad as I remember it to be, it was truly invigorating to have a glimpse of my life before children.  When I set off to work this morning, my husbad reassured me that he would take care of everything, including cleaning, washing dishes, laundry and of course the toddler.  When I returned from work, I walked into a disaster from hell.  Dishes lay unwashed in the sink, laundry still piled high in the hamper and the child half naked standing in his crib riddled in filth.  What the hell is going on here! I just worked a full day at work, now this!  Needless to say, my son did not take a nap with his dad, he is so used to our routine that he will not have it any other way.  So here I am, just call me Cinderella, o yeah, I didn’t even get any lunch, nor did my husband think of making me anything.