Good practice
When bigger kid was 3 days old my mum came to visit. It snowed so I asked her to either shovel or hold the baby so I could shovel. She did neither. That’s the dynamic.
Coffee and meds and micro naps. It will all work out but I wanted to whine a little.
For some reason I thought your parents were out of your life. I’m sorry they’re coming
Solidarity for annual parental visits.
My work computer is borked and I can’t do half the things I need to do.
I broke a tooth last week and yesterday I had to get a crown, plus had a “bonus” cavity in the tooth next to the crown that I had to get filled right then because, according to the dentist, “the impression material that we need to make the crown will just ooze right into the hole.” OK then!
This is only a tiny complaint because last time I broke a tooth I needed a horrible gruesome terrifying surgery to fix it which involved 6 separate dentist appointments and many thousands of dollars, and I am so so so grateful I didn’t need surgery this time.
ETA: bringing an apple for a midafternoon work snack was a poor choice in light of the above. I still can’t open my mouth all the way due to sore jaw. But I found a sharp knife in the breakroom so if I slice off TINY pieces I can manage it. Ugh.
I am at work ostensibly reading academic papers but really wishing I was at home ripping up paving and weeds and putting plants in.
I should have washed my hair last night but forgot to.
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Bus is crowded today and the A/C is blasting although it’s 60F out. Am icicle.
I have gotten totally off the rails on my prior point of pride of never going out to eat. I went out to eat at least twice a day while my parents were here. Then Monday and Tuesday we went out to eat because I was tired, cranky, had nothing thawed, and no patience or energy.
You’ll get back to it, I’m sure!
I have a plan to meal prep this weekend. The biggest thing is usually getting home at 8pm and being like “there’s no way I’m going to spend an hour cooking at this point”
When my parents visit we pretty much have one meal out every day (mostly lunch as is cheaper, but still). But this is partly due to trying to come up with things to entertain my mother, and she likes eating out… (It’s a sacrifice I am willing to make, I suppose.)
Same. And if we had more decent restaurants here it would probably be three times in a weekend.
I was on a roll on a project and hit a snag, no access to the data source. It isn’t the end of the world, and I have other stuff I can do, but it drives me crazy when I’m in a good flow and get interrupted.
My parents are visiting and have expectations of my hosting and participating in activities. I don’t have the physical capacity for a whole lot. Even after refusing the majority of their requests and demands I’m still overextended. So I woke at 4 this morning and haven’t slept since then, due to pain.
And they think that yelling things in the name of jesus will make me all better. So far this has not worked.
My desk is about 20 feet away from being within range of a pokestop. I guess the good news is it encourages me to get up and walk at least a bit more?
I’m hungry but nothing I have sounds good. Slash I’m too lazy to make anything good.
I misread that as you yelling things in the name of jesus, like “JFC MY ENTIRE BODY IS IN PAIN!”