There are times when I hate Mondays. It just felt like the entire day was a bit off.
It was not a bad day, overall. Just off.
Spent my work day learning how to circulate cataract surgery. I had a nice surgeon who was great to work with. It probably helped that I had a little bit of a clue. I think I sort of got complimented on my circulating abilities by a scrub tech. She said that she rarely has to ask for stuff with me, that I just offer it to her. (It helps that I know how to scrub and circulate, so I can see where we are in the procedure and look at her table, and see what she needs.)
I got of work a little early, and got to get caught up with reading blogs, and then walked the dogs before I went to pick up the baby.
Baby got to sleep before 7 PM this evening, as we suspect that day care wears the little guy out. Then Hubby and I had dinner.
But there were two underlying situations that I was dealing with today.
My foot is killing me. I hit it on a chair last week, and it has not been the same since. I still have a small bruise, and a lump over a couple of my toes. Basically, I worked on my feet all day in pain. I think that would bring anyone down.
The other thing hanging over my head is the fact that we start marriage counseling tonight. For some reason, I am sort of nervous, and I sort of feel like a failure. Logically, I know that this is not a failure, and likely a sign that we have a healthy relationship if both of us are willing to do counseling to try to fix what is wrong. But I still feel like a failure that I cannot fix what is wrong in the relationship. I guess that is the nurse/fixer in me.
I know I will get through the counseling session tonight. And tomorrow I will make an appointment to get my poor foot looked at.
I hate Mondays.