Yay scrappy!

So I just realized I've been driving around with a temporary registration, since last November. I'm hoping I can get this worked out online and not have to call anyone. Or maybe if I can call someone if I can pay for what I owe for this year and for next year.

Trying really hard not to beat myself up about things.

Eh, moving is stressful, you had a lot on your mind. I Guarantee you are not the worst case they have seen.

Yay Scrappy!

Beating yourself up serves no purpose, askye. Don't hold yourself to a higher standard than you would a friend.

Sesame Street had a cute bed skit that was used to clarify the direction of the letters b and d. I saw it in my 30s and still bring the image to mind at times when I have to think about my letter directions!

My in-laws are on vacation, so ltc and I have a rare Wednesday alone. My friend my stop by later, but she has been known to flake. So, I'm not counting on it.

So I just realized I've been driving around with a temporary registration, since last November.

You are so not the worst! I once drove around on an expired registration for two years before a cop stopped me. I was embarrassed. But it was not really a big deal to take care of. DMV has seen some shit. Absent-minded people all apologetic for their screw-up don't even faze DMV.

JOB ~MA, Scrappy! Yay!

Today I did a simple little thing that convinced both my manager and my Editor in Chief that I am a supercompetent miracle worker. hohoho They don't know I spent the morning at a psychiatrist appointment crying my mascara off and most of the afternoon on the couch with a headache. I win!

Zen - the stelth superhero!!

Yay for being a miracle worker.

I'm trying not to feel bad and remind myself I was a ball of anxiety and stress at the time and stuff just got forgotten.

I once got a speeding ticket, and I couldn't take a class to get out of it (is that just a Texas thing?), and I was indignant because I didn't meet any of the conditions that prevented you from taking the class! Like this one, and this one, and I know my driver's license isn't expired....oh, yes, it is. Which the cop hadn't even mentioned.

I'm currently here at the hospital, watching over a small boy who's suddenly two tonsils lighter. I get to stay with him overnight, and sleep in a comfy chair. (That's what your health insurance gets you in Australia, comfy chairs.) Biyi, meanwhile, has legged it back home for a nap. Ryan's sleeping it off, so of course they choose right now to mow the lawn outside his window. Not that Ryan seems fussed. Mostly he's testing whether his snoring can beat out a lawnmower. (Answer: yes.)

Snore, Ryan. Snore over the lawn mowers. Snore to wake the dead. Snore so your dad can snooze without having to watch the rise and fall of your chest to reassure himself that you are breathing regularly. And also heal up quickly.

I knew I blanked on something. Scrappy, that job sounds intriguing. I hope it works out for you.

Zenkitty, you ARE a supercompetant miracleworker. Plus you are taking steps to care for yourself.