13,082 Days Alive
I still have to make the protection charm for baby Alice, as well as finish her blanket. Nothing like the last minute, eh?
The baby shower is on Saturday.
I’ve crocheted my hands sore and not done much else but sick around on social media and eat dinner.
I’m moderately tired today, not full on exhausted but man am I burnt out. I’m looking forward to being safely social on Saturday. I have a matching blouse/mask combo I’m going to wear. Or maybe I’ll go for something more colorful? I’m not sure.
My old friend Megan and I will be driving together to the baby shower since it’s literally across the state. Heh. I’m looking forward to it.
I’m not looking forward to work tomorrow. I still feel like I’m being dragged down by failure. And it’s so frustrating. Miss Britt, my team lead, is struggling because I’m not supporting her enough in my role. But, I guess one more week of this and then on to the next vocational adventure!
Mentally, I’m frazzled. Emotionally, too; I’m struggling with need to find a therapist that helps me with my deeper traumas, and I don’t know if Mx. Steph, as awesome as they are, is going to be my answer to that. Which reminds me? Genogram. Way overdue.
Anyway, I’m for bed. I need to ice my hands or something lest they cramp up tomorrow at work. And hydrate.
Take your meds, folks!