In conversation with my loving father:

"So, I don't think I'm cut out for a full-time job."
"Well, Ashley, don't spend full-time money, and you will be fine."
"Or I could start looking for a man that wants a full-time house wife. Notice, Dad, I didn't say house Mom."
"Well, those guys are usually the controlling demanding type."
"Yeah. Well, the good news is, I like to be a push over. I think I'd be fine with that."

In all reality, I LOVE my internship. However, I come home from work and cook dinner and I'm pooped. I'm hoping it's just a "first week" thing.