Late

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            It’s Wednesday. This means it’s therapy day for Nick. I don’t hate therapy day like he does. He needs it to calm down the fires that are always raging. I hope tonight is an easy night for him. He needs to have an occasional easy session. 

 

            I was late to work again. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I haven’t been able to sleep well for a while and it’s starting to catch up with me.  I used to let Nick go to sleep for us because he really, really loves to sleep and would fall asleep fast.

            I don’t do that. I fight it every step of the way and the last three nights, Nick has been doing the same. He was up posting at 11 last night. The guy yells at me around 10:30 to start getting ready for bed because he knows it’ll take me at least 30 minutes to do everything I need to. (Sorry, Nick. I am the slave. I don’t have slave’s getting everything ready for me.) And now he’s up? After 11 writing posts and playing on YouTube? That’s not my Nick.

            No one noticed I was late. Some of the elevators aren’t working again so my boss assumed that I was on break and had to wait a long time to get back up. He didn’t notice I had my purse with me. Even if he did, I’m not sure he’d think twice about it.

            There’s really not much else to say. I was thinking of talking about Liam and Nick, but I don’t want to stir things up today. I might do that tomorrow after Nick’s therapy.