February, 2, 2016

Dammit, dammit, dammit.  I keep hitting a wall.  Can’t make myself get up – So.Damn.Tired.  I’ll try again tomorrow, though.  

Back to the clinic where I wrote up more prog notes.  First time I was able to sign my name as an intern instead of trainee.  I have been at New Morning over a year – it took 10 months to get my face-to-face hours so I could graduate, and now my numbers took an additional six weeks, but finally, I am an intern.  Instead of crossing my “t”s I get to dot my “i”s.    Headed to my school site.

So many commented on how nice I looked today, I wore a long skirt.  I just don’t like how my pants are feeling, as of late.  I came up with a system this morning – I printed out 2 empty February calendars, one for food and one for exercises.  I wrote down my weights and squats  and my healthy eating…until after my healthy lunch – when I needed to have sugar and cursed Jen for the bag of Milky Ways that sat in our Parent Project bin.  I had 8…or so.  It was here at supervision that I was given the reason – I’m not getting enough sleep.  I had mentioned to Susan how I was getting about 5 a night and she told me I wasn’t getting enough sleep.  I love Susan.  She gets me.

Picked up kids, brought them home and turned right around for my next appointment.  The dogs were zip-zero-zilch on food and I needed to run by and pick up some food.  I grabbed two medium bags (the large ones were cleared out) and headed into line.  Ahead of me, a couple…a little on the eccentric side were stocking up on their annual trip to the store.  It took so.damn.long to clear away those remaining few items.  We had to talk about how we broke our arm, the oh-so-cute-back-scratchers, coupons at home, how great the pink cast still looks, even though we've had it since January third, how the cashier’s experience with a cast resulted in shriveled up, pale skin…. And as I stood there, two bags of dog food over my shoulders, I kept thinking how this woman really needed to have her story heard…but that I had clients in 10.  Oh lordy.

Session over, raced home (safely, of course) to where Mags had cooked up the cauliflower and chicken as we watched all watched Supernatural together.  As we cleaned the kitchen up after the show, I was reminded that tomorrow was Wednesday, where I had promised to make a…you guessed it, cranberry crunch, for work.  Ethan requested part of it, so with his help, I made two.  Goddamn.  I hope I get enough sleep soon.

Pictures: My electronic signature; 8 (or so) Milky way wrappers; my dotted "i"!!