Thursdays, while satisfying because I see our bank account go up, are also incredibly depressing.
Tim worked 8 hours of overtime, overnight, on a weekend last week. We should have had almost 150 extra dollars in our account this morning and when I went to check it, it wasn’t there. This isn’t a huge deal because we can get the check tomorrow, it’s incredibly frustrating when my husband busts his ass to make some extra money for our family and someone just happens to “overlook” the 8 HOURS that he worked. I know I sound paranoid, but this has happened to both of us before and sometimes I really think that the supervisors just hope we forget about it.
Positives? We’ll have an extra check tomorrow. We hit 1500 in our savings today. I had a coupon for this new BB cream I’ve been dying to try and ended up paying literally half of the cost because it was already on sale. We only spent 80 bucks on groceries for the week. And it only cost us $11 to fill our gas tank. It’s the little things, I guess. Haha.
I definitely think I’m starting to feel Little move around. Yesterday there was a solid half hour where it just felt like something was doing little somersaults down there. Such a cool feeling. Tim keeps touching my belly hoping he can feel something but I think it’ll be a while until that happens.
Speaking of Tim, he ended up having to call out of work yesterday. He had the same stomach bug I had on Sunday, which definitely rules out food poisoning. I’m glad we’re both starting to feel normal again. My bodily functions are starting to return to normal and for the most part both of our stomachs are tolerating food. Albeit, Bland food, but food nonetheless.
So apparently yesterday was National Administrative Assistant’s Day? I walked into work to a beautiful basket of skin care goodies and a lovely card with a gift certificate to the coffee shop at work. I’ve worked at that hospital for going on 4 years and this is the first time I’ve ever received more than a verbal “good job” and a piece stale cake. My clinical coordinator came up to me, personally thanked me for “all of the work I do” (I’ve been there for less than 2 months) and said how glad she was that I decided to come up to the unit. I cried like a little baby. After my shift got out of report everyone came out and kept saying things like, “You’re the best” and “We love you, Chelsea!”. I was so humbled. I’ve never had a job where I felt as appreciated as I did yesterday. Moving up to the psych unit was definitely the smartest decision I’ve made in my time at the hospital.
Off to get ready for work. Have a lovely day, everyone. <3
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