Ingrid had her 4 month appointment today, where she was found to weigh 14 pounds, and be 26 inches long, and I forget the head measurement, but whatever it was, it stayed on the curve she was on last time — she’s still long, lean, and smart — 50th% for weight, 95th for height, and 75 for head.  Her shots went much as last time, with the added polio one — shrieked at the first one, stopped crying by the bandaids, tucked into the pouch while we checked out, and asleep in her carseat before we got to the street.  She slept much of the afternoon, and got some Tylenol, which she’s been getting anyway as she cuts that second tooth. I anticipate it coming through in the next 24 hours.

Work has been fine — really fine, actually. I really like having a pretty mindless job, and I’m kicking all kinds of ass, according to my two performance checks. I sound professional, have the system down, know how to talk to people, etc, and the people listening in totally recognize that. I mean, yeah, it’s a phone job, but damn, I go in, sit down, work, and leave, and that is IT.

School, however, is my number one source of anxiety these days. I’m soclose! SO CLOSE! And I feel like I’m finishing the end of this race on my hands and knees, pulling a sled loaded with anvils to the finish line. I mean, I’ll finish. I will. But it’s so hard to get stuff done with Ingrid during the day (school wise) and then I’m working at night, or Dave is, or I have class…. class is easy, I can get to class, participate, discuss, all of that — it’s everything else that is dragging me down.  I sort of wish I could go into a vacuum for a day or two, and get it all done, have no outside worries and be well on my way to DONE, and I AM, technically – I mean, it’s PAID for ferfuckssake, I just need to FINISH.  If I were JUST working in the evenings, and taking care of Ingrid during the day, I’d feel pretty good. But work and Ingrid are both happening withthis low murmur of "schooooolll" in the background. I’ve actually been thinking I should see if I can come in to work early on the nights I can, just to sit in the breakroom and work on school stuff. Cheaper and close than Starbucks, and then only occupying one night of scheduling.