I finally got the assignment at work that I’ve been fighting for since October! The only reason it fell to me is because the coworker who usually does that work is doing a lot of business travel right now, but the circumstances are not important. I’m just happy to be working on something that I find interesting and fun, with minimal micromanaging, and just in time.
I also recently met with a different therapist, one who practices EMDR, and the session was far more dynamic than the majority of the sessions I’ve had with the hippie-woo-woo therapist. I also learned that hypersomnia is a symptom she’s seen in other patients who’ve experienced trauma. I thought there was a link! A fuzzy link, but a link nonetheless. Unfortunately, this new therapist doesn’t have the availability necessary for optimum EMDR treatment, but I like that she was upfront about that. So now I’m being referred to yet another therapist. Fingers crossed it’s a good match. I’m hopeful about this treatment, especially if it can produce a trickle-down effect of alleviating the hypersomnia, gastritis, and spastic colon. Am I not the most fun person on the planet? Gassy, crampy, sleepy, and occasionally weepy for no clear reason. Party animal!
The weather has been pretty darn delightful lately. I’ve embraced the joy of evening strolls, since I don’t fully trust my GI tract to behave itself for an entire run. But here’s hoping that by the end of the summer, my body will be cooperative and I’ll be back to my crazy running self.
It’s good to babysit kids every so often to remind myself that it’s very good that I don’t have children yet.
It’s not that the kids I’m babysitting tonight are poorly behaved. They act like kids who know how to behave. But hearing the five year old use the crass language she’s picked up from her parents? Ugh. I tried repeating back to her what she said to me, but with more age-appropriate language, but if a kid thinks that “piss” and “sucks” are okay words, then that’s what they’re gonna use.
And after watching a few episodes of “Dinosaurs” with the girls tonight, I think I have to give my parents some bonus points for letting me watch (and quote) such terrible television when I was younger. I don’t think I’d let my kids watch much of anything, especially if it had a horribly annoying catchphrase.
I’m not sure how moms who work outside the home manage to come home and keep going full steam ahead. I had a very active, busy day at work, missed lunch, and now, fifteen hours after breakfast, am going to try to put some sort of dinner together for myself. I wish I was home with my own food, though. Oh, Monday.