cimorene

I really dislike when Wax gets her days off during the week and has to work on the weekends, so our free days don't match up. It feels like it's not a real weekend and we don't get anything done, because we both lean on doing it together to manage anything that needs executive function. Wax has worked eight days in a row now, which is probably why I feel so convinced it's Friday and have done all week. At least it really is now.

Snookums had low blood sugar and vomited in the middle of the night, so he woke me up so many times I lost count licking my hair and yelling. I fed him four times in there. At this point I'm simmering with irritation at absolutely everything, from the weather and the fact that my sweater still isn't finished to the author notes and formatting of the last fic I opened.

I promised to go to the grocery store first thing for work today, and although I don't want to, maybe the walk will make me feel a bit better. Ugh.