I gave myself 43 extra minutes of sleep. Instead of getting up at 5:13, I set the alarm for 5:56. I don’t like to wake up on the quarters – 15, 30, 45 or 00, don’t ask me why. I am struggling with motivation for mornings lately – I think partially because I’m in a constant state of exhaustion. Hipnic did me in for the rest of the summer and it has barely begun.
Work was…great, actually. A whole new frame of mind with a terrific focus. Close her out, call them back, reschedule her, rewrite that. Again. And again. And again. Now with ICD-10 codes! Yet still, it was GOOD, because we laughed – Shawn, Eric and I – we laughed HARD and that is some medicine I needed.
After a full, unbillable 8 hours, I picked up my kids at school, plus another kid, and brought them home to heat up ribs and get them some yummy homemade German potato salad before dropping Boy-Child and Another Kid off at someone else’s house. Girl and I headed to grab some food. It all went to hell in a handbasket today when I saw a pizza box. My justification is that tomorrow is June 1 and a great day to start. My other justification is fuck it. Mags and I had a wonderful time eating outside on the patio; behind us, 2 ladies about 20 years older than me where saying things like “I frickin’ made myself available to him!” and “I doubt he’s going to leave his wife.” And suddenly I saw myself in them. I am so appreciative when Universe shows me things in “Real Time” so that I am given snapshots of who I am or who I may become. Oh, my goodness no…I am joyful, I am happy, I am <usually> thrilled with the life I have! I shall, instead, look for my soulmate inside my heart.
We headed to the grocery store – I’m so proud of my daughter as she was singing *word for word* “Goodbye Stranger” by Supertramp and laughing at me becaus
e I still don’t know it word for word. She also knows Pink Floyd albums and Queen songs and loves vinyl. My heart swells with such pride. In the grocer’s parking lot she tells me to scoot up so we can pull out instead of back-up, but I said no – then it turns out I’m taking up 2 spots, but I laugh hysterically because “wouldn’t want anyone to scratch my ride” (which is really funny when you see how scratched up it is because I ride this baby hard).
Home late to no Boy because he is still working on his film with his friends – so he will stay the night and it’s just me and Mags. My kids have 3 more days of “real” class, then a 3 day adventure trip with upper-school and ta-da – a high school freshman Boy and an 8th grade Girl. Wow.
Pictures: DSM-5 and the ICD-10 codes; Respect the Ride….
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