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I have been a touch on the quiet side here and there lately, I know.  I’d apologize but it’s life that has me busy, and I think that’s a good thing.  Most days.

Work is still going pretty awesome.  I’ve been in my actual branch for what, a week and a half now?  I still like most of my coworkers.  The ones who aren’t my favs, I don’t dislike them, I just can’t adore everyone.  So it’s all good.

I’m pretty comfortable in the day to day transactions.  I’m building the needed self confidence but I’m also building the team’s confidence in me.  I’ve proven I have a pretty solid handle on what I’m doing.  I do run into questions regarding things I haven’t seen before, but that’s to be expected.  I have yet to be off by even a penny when balancing my drawer.  And I’ve even earned my coin vault which allows for an increased amount of cash on hand.  Though, the combo doesn’t seem to work and it isn’t like anyone else knows it, so we have to get the security company that made the vault in to reset it.  So, basic fun, you know.

All in all, work is going pretty good.

I have my surgery coming up in a week on the 7th.  I’m kinda confused because some people are saying they were back at their regular lives the next day, but everyone else including my doctor is like, “Dude, you are being cut open in 2 places.  Plan to need a few days down time.”  I’m not really sure which to believe.  I’m defaulting to my doctor though.  Plus, when I brought it up at work, my boss did say it might be in my best interest to not be accountable for money while hopped up on Percocet.  So, while I was only planning to take the 8th off, post surgery, I’m going ahead and just taking the rest of the week and the weekend.  It’ll be a total of 3 days missed.

And part of me is like, “Dude!  New job!  Those are busy days! Way to make a first impression!”  But the rest of me knows I’m not calling off due to coughing, I’m giving advanced notice, being cut open, and it was a mutual agreement between everyone involved.  So, whatever?

Plus, I let them know about the surgery in the actual job interview at the branch.  So really, I’m just being paranoid.

Meanwhile I’m there every shift.  Showing up early, leaving when everyone else leaves.  Volunteering for extra responsibilities.  I should be fine.

Aside from the work aspect?  Really looking forward to the surgery. I don’t want to be pregnant ever again.  But also?  Sleep!  Plus if Percocet can’t cure these headaches, nothing can!

The kids are, well… still breathing.  The boys are just at such lovely ages and stages.

I swear to god Luke has been 3 for about a decade now.  I’m ready for something other than 3.  Anything.  The whole kids grow up too fast and are adults in a blink of the eye?  Not Luke.  Forever 3.  Lovely.  Heartwarming.  Want to strangle him 3.

Thomas is something.  I’m not sure what.  We will be going back to therapy though.  I think it’s time for a diagnosis and maybe meds.  I don’t like the idea of meds.  And I’ll be very picky which ones I agree to.  But he need something.  We’ve just reached that point.  Thing is?  When he wants to be, he is an amazing and bright boy.  He just doesn’t really care to be.  So we are stuck at a cross roads.

Sammy is amazing.  She is at that lovely frustrating phase where she doesn’t want to go to sleep on her own but she is too little still to cry it out.  So I spend most nights cuddling her to sleep, putting her in her bed, praying she sleeps through the transition, and then repeating as needed.  But, she’s 3 months old.  It’s to be expected.  I’m just happy she sleeps through the night once she’s down for the count.

She is just getting through a cold and I must say she took it like a champ.  When it made her fussy it was because she really could not breath.  But otherwise I was smart enough to put her to bed in her bouncy seat and she didn’t miss a beat at sleep through the night.

By daylight she has learned to smile and is happy to do so.  Her brothers and daddy get the best ones.  Her biggest brother Thomas has gotten the closest to a laugh she has managed.  But she is working on that skill.  She is very talkative and will hold whole baby talk conversations with her daddy.  Oh, the way she lights up for her daddy… She truly is daddy’s girl!  It’s pretty amazing!

Sammy is pretty damn amazing!

And she adores her brothers and 3 months in, her brothers still adore her!  She brings out the best sides of the boys.  It gives me hope of bringing about some better discipline to their lives.

The point system is going, well?  It isn’t perfect.  It didn’t turn them into model citizens over night.  But it seems to be doing good enough for now, and we’ll continue to shape it as we go.

All in all, I’m pulling out opportunities to really enjoy my kids and when their behavior allows for it, I honestly am.

Alright, I think that’s it for now.  I need to come back later and touch on the subject of Pat and also my mental health.  No bad news to report.  Just a general update.

Stay safe!

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