Jacqueline Saint-Urbain

That neurodivergent pain when you discover they’ve changed the recipe for one of your safe meals. 😞

All I want to do is watch Bob’s Burgers in my unicorn onesie.

I love sharing my workspace exclusively with cats. Taking a break to pet a kitty is infinitely superior to water cooler gossiping.

I flat out refuse to turn on my heat before October first. So there.

Adulted like a fuckin’ boss today. Now, time for a COOKIE.

The best part of it being the weekend is that my ability to Adult is limited because so many things are closed. Sigh. Back to it tomorrow.

I’m actually doing a social thing this afternoon. And I only know the hosts. In a new space. What in hell was I thinking? I have regrets. #neurodivergentoptimism

I am an unseemly degree of excited about receiving my new towels today. Is this #adulting?

I need to admit to myself that this is deep and relentless burnout. I wish I knew how to take care of it.

Two cats lie on a rug with their back legs entwined. One is tabby, the other grey and white and very very fluffy.

Personal space is overrated.

I have been adulting like a motherfucker all morning, and now I need to stop and catch my breath.

I’m hating it. Every second.

My past can stop coming back to bite me in the ass now, thanks.

I’m not the person I was a decade ago, and I’m certainly not the person I was 30 years ago.

Go away and stop trying to make this a thing. I’m tired.

I despise that it’s gotten so bad that I’m choosing what to eat based on how I expect to feel when it comes up again.

I’m in hell.

The last few months have sucked, but this one has been glued to my side through it all. 💕

This is literally the first day in an entire week where I’ve been able to stay awake for more than two hours. The sick I have been has been genuinely scary, and I’m glad it’s starting to fade. And relieved.

Got the first round of shingles vaccine today. It is KICKING my ass. That is all.

Gave one of my fave people a quick dragon-tail tutorial this evening. I forget how much I love teaching.

Also also, tis Caturday.

Also? Buying a shelf at Dollarama and having it fit PERFECTLY into the space you intended it to go is well-nigh erotic. Just sayin.

I’m still unsettlingly sad, but at least now it’s sad with bunnies, strawberries and asparagus snapped off near the ground and eaten raw. So there’s that.

The bunny was back this morning. He decided he was invisible to me, and so stayed motionless on the lawn as I watched.

I’m besotted.

I had genuinely forgotten how awful and stressful it is to work in a not-good environment. It’s been *years* since I last felt this level of dread.

So grateful I WFH. This would be untenable otherwise.

I had a VERY good six-year run. It made a difference.

Laundry is drying and bread is rising. I’m so glad I’m not working tomorrow, when today’s exertions collect the cheque.

I seem to have a Garden Bunny once again. Likely that means a heavy reduction in viable produce. I’ll take the trade-off. Bunnies are the best.

Necessary groceries acquired. Seeds/seedlings planted. Bread will be an evening project so I can bake in the morning.

I will have done everything on my list if I manage a load of laundry. I’ll pay for this tomorrow, but it will be worth it.

Today, the plan is getting a few seeds/plants in the ground, laundry, making some bread, and groceries. This feels unattainable.

Pergola mostly up and running, with a new system to allow even my broken, useless body to put up the roof with some ease. I’ll take the W.

Going to attempt to dig myself out of this funk by setting up my pergola. Send woo.

As a bitter follow-up to this post, neither boss said a SINGLE WORD to me this week. I am once again totally invisible.

I may be at my lowest point in five years. Y’all, that’s saying something.