November 30, 2010, Tuesday

I woke up to the sound of my alarm, yet I’ve been up and down all morning. I’m really hungry and dying of thirst. It’s almost noon, so of course he’s already out of bed. Juda rolls over begging me to rub her belly and Weezer just keeps snoring under the bed sheets. I’m pressed for time, so I get up but the stress of all of this makes me weak. My legs hurt from wearing heels yesterday. It will take a while to get used to heels for my internship since I have been only wearing flats since that last knee surgery.

My morning is routine, straight to the bathroom to pee, weigh myself and record it, got new contacts out today, wash my face, get dress, then brush teeth. I walk out and realize he’s standing at his computer in underwear and flip-flops. The hilarity has diminished as I’m used to this and I’m really tired. He puts on his robe to go smoke and I go to the bathroom to turn on my straightner. He goes out to smoke, and like always, leaves the dogs inside so I let them downstairs and then he has to let them out. I pack my extremely heavy book bag for the day and grab my clothes for work. I go finish up my hair and splash on some cover-up to try and hide this stress induced massacre on my face.

I yell “I Love You” and wait a second, he responds, but doesn’t come kiss me-I’m used to it, so I leave. While I make my way down the stairs, in heels that I can’t get used to, I feel saddened because I forgot my rings and it’s raining, but warmer than normal.

I go to my politics class and set up a group meeting afterwards. I have 10 minutes to get to my next class and end up driving half-way to work before I can gather my thoughts to turn around to get to class. I’m not late; I sit down and get on the computer, ready to endure the next hour and fifteen minutes of my professor droning on about history.

After class I have to fifteen minutes to get to work. My job is a non-medical caregiver, and my only client right now is a 90+ year old couple. I like my job, but this is not what I want to do-that’s why I had to turn in my 2 weeks’ notice yesterday. I want to see my family before I leave for my internship in January. So, I’m working till 11pm then going home.