Im officially at the age where the doctor stops trying to prescribe me medicine to avoid pregnancy and starts trying to avoid prescribing medications that might avoid pregnancy. Yikes.
I’m not saying I’ve got issues but last night I told someone (my therapist) that eventually I’d like to have a “measly” 40 hour work week…. To which she replied what is measly about a full time job🤦🏻♀️ & that’s why I’m in therapy friends.
Our nights left in our first house are officially numbered down and I’m overly emotional thinking of all the love, tears, bad, and good memories we’ve shared there. It’s so bitter sweet.
My dad left for 2 weeks today and will barely have service and I’ve cried 3 times. It’s fine, I’m fine… but who else can I call 4x a day every time I’m slightly inconvenienced??