Mid Week Break

 I woke up in the middle of the night and felt scared.  Maybe it was the sirens blasting that woke me up. It can be kind of common when you live kitty corner from the fire station.   I think I had a nightmare but I wasn't sure.  I just didn't want to get out of bed. I knew I had to use the bathroom when I have moments like this, I feel a little afraid.  Maybe it's because there's a monster down below.  When I did get up, my hand happened to touch my professional bodyguard - Precious.  Oh, she was just waiting for her 2 am feeding.  Glad she keeps a close eye on me.  Good grief.  I had my alarm set for 6 but someone was standing on the dresser at 5.  I did go back to sleep.  Everyone was happy.

I didn't need to take the whole day off, but I figured I'd be less stressed this afternoon.  I have plenty of time.  We earn time every pay period and I keep hitting that 200 hours where I won't earn morn or start losing days if I don't take time.  I know, what a horrible tragedy.  I don't want to miss too much because I've fallen further behind but I may need to take another half day and well do something.  Here's hoping it's not more medical tests.  I shouldn't speak too soon.

I am hoping to pay the last of my mom's medical this week.  The bills haven't been too bad.  She feels bad I've been paying them but I'm an old pro at this.  The few that we've had have been relatively small, like $38 here, $23 there, just paid one for the ER for $22 and what I hope is the last is $125.  My first bill starting the new year was usually over $500.  This?  Chump change.  

This is a morning that I can maybe find things I can't find, like the stupid stamps I got last weekend.  I swear I am suffering from a serious case of brain fog.  I thought we had the receipt for my mom's headset when we took it back to a different Wal-Mart.  My mom has a phobia about going back to the same store because she says she returns too much stuff.  I get it.  I had the receipt for the phone instead of the headset.  She looked at me like How could you?  I think she forgets my age.  I'd like to some days.   She wasn't mad, just surprised I did that.  The girl was able to credit her account since she paid by credit card.  I would have went back with the right receipt.  I have issues, people. 

Here's hoping the good humans have a good day.  Here's hoping I don't wind up with more tests.

Here's hoping my neighbor has a horrible day.  I'm having I wish that guy would move kind of morning.  


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