Monday

I have a real hate/hate for Mondays. They are always just insanely stressful. I realize now that I should probably seriously think about taking anxiety meds on Monday morning.

The bullet points:

SO got a job offer. If you read this and you know us, say nothing. He doesn't want to jinx it yet. But, pray for us. He needs a job. LOL.

Kiddo started new daycare. He seemed to like it! I have such mixed feels, but I feel like that's normal? We switched schools. Its a pandemic. He's not vaxxed. I have to work. Just... gaaaaah. So damned stressful.

Started another step bet. That's good, because exercise and walking and visiting with friend who sways me blackmails? peer pressures? into doing them. I got a regular day (not a power day) knocked out, but that's ok. No gym or anything, either.

Leftovers for dinner.

Housekeepers came and they are worth their weight in gold.

Boss was kind of a douche about something. I'm struggling to let it go. It's me and my anxiety, but it's also him and his anxiety and it manifests with him being douche-y and me being anxious and it's an ugly cycle.

I am grateful for my fancy taco bed that vibrates. It helps me sleep.

Here's to another day tomorrow.