This week wasn’t hard or terrible at work. We worked Monday through Friday, and it was local every day except for Tuesday when we did a day trip to Rockport. Tuesday was about a 12 hour day, but all the other days this week were 4-6 hours. So no overtime this week, but I did get some last week. The stores we did locally this week are easy except that we have to use their scanners, and those scanners tend to get sticky keys. So I have to review constantly and make sure something doesn’t say 88 when I meant 8, and so on. I would say this takes a lot of mental energy, but for fuck sake I used to work with children and the elderly for far less pay. I really shouldn’t be complaining. There aren’t constant moral dilemmas in inventory. That’s why I like it.
But I’m all around exhausted. Between checking on my mom, worrying about my daughter, and discovering some unsettling information about a cousin of mine that I wrote about in the post below, I fell asleep as soon as I got home and just now woke up. And it’s 10:00 pm!
I’m also “kind of” happy to announce that I restarted therapy, and have two sessions already with a therapist that seems really easygoing. I had a really hellish time trying to find someone. They make you do “free 15 minute consultations” that feel like job interviews, and the first handful of them that I had were massive setbacks for me. You can’t really explain everything in 15 minutes, and what these therapists were doing were nitpicking little things and using them to say I wouldn’t be a good fit, or they would use the terminology “not their specialty”. And the few things they all nitpicked were not related to each other at all, so it wasn’t like I could learn what not to say to the next one. With this therapist, I just inquired over email and was pretty distant at first and pretty straightforward but vague. She still insisted on having a free 15 minute consultation. It might be a requirement now. But with her, the 15 minute consultation was very quick and she called it a “formality”. In the last two sessions, I just started at the beginning of my life and gave her an autobiography. I highly recommend doing it that way for about 3-5 sessions or so, because if you just start talking about what you’re going through now then they’re going to kvetch that they don’t know your history.
Therapy is going about 90% good, but it’s still draining. I’m tired.
My daughter is having a blast in San Marcos. The first couple days, she was texting back immediately, and I was worried that it meant she was homesick. But she seems to have gotten over that hump and is now calling or texting just once in the evening on a daily basis. I’m in a facebook group called “Parents of the class of 2025” and omg are some of those people (and their kids) unhinged. Some kids are calling their parents wanting to go home already, some aren’t calling at all and the mothers are like “They don’t need me anymore! ๐ญ “
Makes me grateful for my once daily contact. Nice healthy balance.
My mom is doing better. I went over there once this week to do her trash and some shopping for her. With my daughter coming of age, I’m getting a very good eye opening on how much she really set me up for failure in life. It’s not just that she didn’t prepare me for success. It’s like she actively raised me to purposefully fail. That’s how it feels to me now as the mother of a young adult. All the warnings about “just wait till you have kids and then you’ll understand” have 100% backfired. I understand too much. It makes me only want to do the bare minimum for my mother. I can’t wait until she goes back to church and starts up with her own thing again.
I think I just want to be in bed all weekend. I needed that insanely long nap.