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Saturday
Saturday was a pretty laid back day. I ran to Barnes and Noble with Aaron and dad and took D14 to a improv show for a late birthday present. It was a fun show, and D14 loved it.
Sunday
Sunday was a mixture of stress and fun. I worked, and at work I stressed about all the stuff I had to do after work even though I wouldn’t have time because I immediately had to leave for a play with the kids. But after some anxiety meds and a bite of reality (and as much help as Aaron could provide), I enjoyed Grinch with the D14 and M11. It was a great play. Though I’m curious about all those people with young kids. There isn’t a snowball’s chance in Hell IL5 would have sat through that. After the play, we went ro Perkins.
Monday
Monday was incredibly busy. I had been awakened in the night by IL5, who wasn’t dealing with this week’s gut cleanout well because he has a sphincter of steel and a will to withhold. Usually he complains of pain when he needs to go, but that night he was squirming, saying it tickled. (Probably gas?) I finally got him back to sleep, but my own sleep was disrupted.
I had an alarm set for 7am, but struggled intensely to get out of bed, and finally managed at 7:38. I had to skip cooking lunches for Aaron and me this week, and suffice with just a few things that needed to be done IMMEDIATELY on the computer. Then, I almost fell asleep during IL5’s virtual psychiatrist appointment – drifting off and drooping every time the psychiatrist started talking and I stopped. And I DID fall asleep during D14’s psychiatrist appointment.
Shortly after those appointments, I took D14 and IL5 to D14’s therapy appointment. I partially lay down on a bench in the waiting area and IL5 curled up on top of me. I don’t know how long I slept, but I awoke when IL5 began to roll off. Then I sat up and literally started snoring when I leaned my head back.
After dropping D14 off at school, I went home and took a Ritalin. This is exactly what the Ritalin is for, but I’m supposed to take it preemptively – before I get dangerously tired. (The danger being driving.) The we immediately hopped back in the car and I drove dad to an ATM. I took his card out of the ATM, and grabbed the money. Then I was so tired, I forgot that I’d dropped the card in the door if the car when I pulled it out, and thought the ATM had not returned the card at all. So later in the day, I called the bank to say his card had been eaten, but they said he had to call. Good thing, too, because I later found the card and remembered putting it there.
Anyway, after the ATM, I took dad to his Cardiac rehab appointment. It was supposed to take 1 hour 45 minutes, so I stayed until the therapist came out, then left to take IL5 to school. I ran some errands, and went back to pick dad up. The appointment went over by 30 minutes. After making a whopping 25 followup appointments (at two a week), I rushed over to get my TB test read (for my new third job). But I got there 3 minutes late, and the computer said it was cancelled. Apparently they cancelled a bunch of appointments because of understaffing, but the PA went ahead and read my test, since it was time sensitive.
Things calmed down after that, and after a quick grocery run, I relaxed for the rest of the evening till 9:30pm when I left for work.
Tuesday
Tuesday I took dad to three appointments. In the evening, my friend Liz came over and we cross-stitched and watched Doctor Who.
Wednesday
Wednesday, I really struggled to remain productive. it started with a disappointment. My client had apparently thought I’d agreed to come in to work on Thursday, and I had been looking forward to hanging out with dad. I had to choose between the two, and ended up choosing work. But it felt like the wrong decision after I’d made it.
D14 needed to come home from school because she threw up, which meant her morning appointment was cancelled. That would normally have felt great (extra time, yay!), but my mood wasn’t up for being cheerful.
At work, I only went through the motions. At home, I forced myself to get stuff done. IL5 went to sleep the moment he got home, throwing off his bedtime routine. I’d really been looking forward to reading to him, but I only managed to complete the onerous parts of the bedtime routine like brushing his teeth and trying to convince him to sit on the toilet.
I was happy to go to sleep.
Thursday
Thursday held the promise of expense. After work, I went to get my oil changed, and was informed that I needed a new tire (covered under warranty), new shocks, new filters, and new coil springs. I would be suspicious, but we’ve been with these guys for a while, and they’ve always done right by us. The coil springs ($700) needed to be ordered from Japan, but the shocks ($400) and the rest of it only needed to be ordered from Wisconsin.
Then I went to my day job, followed by going with Aaron to a seminar on how to register for high school. All I got out of that hour of my life is that Spanish is the most sensible elective to register for. (Because she can register for level 2 Spanish, having taken two years of it in middle school, and it’s best to do before she forgets all her Spanish.)
Friday
Friday I had my surgery. It went well, and I didn’t have any pain for the rest of the day. Not sitting for a week will be hard, though. M11, Aaron, dad and I watched the last episode of Good Omens Season 2, and then Aaron went downstairs to game with his friends, and the rest of us watched the first half of Fellowship of the Ring.
Week’s Photos
Letters Written
- Seven letters against Isolation
- One letter Maryland
- One letter Massachusetts
Reading to myself
- Equal Rites, by Terry Pratchett
- How to Read the Bible, by James Kugel
- Dopesick, by Beth Macy
- Jesus and the Gospels, by Luke Timothy Johnson
- Bible
- Maleficent Seven, by Cameron Johnson
- Horrorstor, by Grady Hendrix
Reading to IL4
- Robo-Rabbit Boy Go, by Thomas Flintham
- Super Rabbit Boy vs Super Rabbit Boss, by Thomas Flintham
- Baxter is Missing, by Rebecca Elliot
- Super Rabbit Boy Powers Up, by Thomas Flintham
- Super King Viking Land, by Thomas Flintham
D13 reading
- Crown of Midnight, by Sarah J Maas
Aaron reading
- The Ocean at the End of the Lane, by Neil Gaiman
Media Completed
Baxter disappears and Eva spends the whole book looking for him. Cute.
When an accident renders baby Esk a wizard, Granny Weatherwax, the local witch, has to figure out how to tame the magic – girls are not meant to be wizards. It’s the wrong kind of magic. As always with Pratchett, this book is silly and fun. I loved watching young Esk come into her own.
When the archangel Gabriel shows up at Aziraphale’s shop with no memory, he and Crowley decide to hide him. That turns out to be a big deal. This season was complex and funny, but the ending was a little stressful.
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