Sunday nights are usually the worst for me. I don’t know if it’s the anxious anticipation of starting yet another workweek, or the realization that another weekend is over. Whatever the reason, Sunday nights are terrible. Sometimes, it’s the dreams. There’s always a mixture of fear and anxiety, maybe a dash of grief and sadness…
Good morning, and oh thank gods it’s Friday because I just can’t deal anymore. Yesterday’s shift was incredibly dull. I spent about 90 minutes trying to look busy and hoping for the chance to leave early, or at least schedule the husband’s Uber in peace. Then, 10 minutes before he was scheduled to leave, I…
It’s a stressful day. We still have no idea what’s going on, legally. We won’t even have a clue about the next step(s) until after noon, when he can finally get an answer from the lawyer about whether or not he needs to even be at the meeting tomorrow. We texted a bit at his…