ltc is exhausted today. I finally woke her up at 9 because I started to panic, and she was just beside herself exhausted by noon. She's napping now. I have my second therapy appointment with the new therapist at 3, and Mom is here. We're cleaning all the things. TCG does the lion's share of the housework, and I'm grateful for that, but I swear he just doesn't see what needs to be done half the time.

My kids would go through cycles of sleeping more or eating more often timed with growth spurts.

I understand on the cleaning dilemma. Every time I see that one of the other people in the house have done the dishes I cringe. Can't tell you how many times I have asked that they just rinse stuff off and put it in the dishwasher. Their hand washed dishes just don't pass my inspection. See also the ability to walk by something on the floor or wall or whatever that really needs to be dealt with but isn't unless I ask or do it myself.

In regard to cleaning, I remember my father thought things were clean if they were neat - as in, having the magazines neatly stacked was good, nevermind that there was dust on them.

In other commentary, I found this interesting - The Politics of Pockets.

I finally made it to therapy. This was more of a checking in/status update than anything else. I didn't sleep well again last night and Mom is coming home tonight so I really wasn't up for anything else.

There is a groundhog living in the back area of the office and under the shed of the house/daycare next door. I hope that the people next door to my therapist's don't do anything to get rid of it. My therapist said they considered it the practice's mascot now.

There was something else but I forgot. which is how my week has been.

Bleargh. I had a million things to do today and tomorrow. Then a couple more were added, because there were some issues with some midterms, and my doctor wants me to sign a controlled substances contract before giving me another painkiller prescription, so I've got to leave work early so that I can get to their office at 3:45, which is apparently the latest time in the day that the person who handles those contracts will be there.

Kids' TV quote of the day: "Here comes the Iron Chicken!" Bok Bok, blood and conquest!

Ryan is recovering well, he finished all his brekky. I think he'll be coming home today.

When I go to a doctor and I'm feeling stressed and anxious, my blood pressure will usually be fine. Yesterday, for example, I was so upset, I almost walked out of the office before she saw me, but my BP was 126/82. But when I go to a doctor and I feel "normal" and not worried, my BP is often over 140/90. Now how does that make any sense at all?

I could use some health~ma. There was a test for scary thing yesterday and there'll be another test for scary thing in two weeks, and I'm not scared yet but I'm concerned.

Zen for Zen.

Health~ma, Zen. And lots of love.

What they said, Zen.