I am working this weekend, but tomorrow and Friday I have taken as vacation. It’s a good thing, because I have hit a critical point at work. I know I need to make some choices soon abut whether I can maintain my current schedule. I’m not quite at the quitting point, yet. But I can see it from where I am, so I have set up some meetings with the hospital muckity-mucks. I am hopeful that they will listen to what I have to say. My patients, my staff, my daughter and my husband deserve more from me.
My mother gave me a spa certificate for my birthday five months ago, and tomorrow is my appointment. I am going to have a manicure, pedicure and paraffin treatment and from there I am planning on visiting a nearby yarn store. I may even go to a bookstore and/or coffee shop. I feel so stinking guilty for planning to spend time away from Josie, and really, really excited for the luxury of a day to myself at the same time. Being this neurotic is hard work.
Speaking of Josie, you may have noticed that she kinda sorta looks exactly like Tim. Except, guess what? That’s me, at her age. It’s odd that she can look so much like both of us, at the same time. Now I’m worried that Tim and I are one of those creepy "ew, they could be siblings" couples.
