That's like happiness, isn't it?

It's like a job, except without the work.
Allow me to tell you about my day:
I get up at 7 to take Mr. Baby for a walk.
After one pot of coffee, 2 pieces of peanut butter toast and 1.5 episodes of the Golden Girls, I go to work.
But first I stop at Kroger for club soda and lollies.
9am-arrive at work. Spend 10-20 minutes opening (checking in stuff from the book drop, putting out papers, etc)
9:20-2-read, hand out guest passes for the computers
2-3-lunch and General Hospital, putz about on the interwebs
3-5:30-help the children (who are, I am sure you know, the future) master the fine art of playing video games

I get paid to do almost the exact same things I would do if I was unemployed. The only difference is that I have to get dressed and cross the river to do them.

It's all quite pleasant, so I can only have one thought:
When's it all going to go arse over tits?