Well, another week has come and gone. Last week was my last week of “client contact” (though I think I should probably see one particular client one last time, since I technically didn’t say goodbye to her yet). So now, it’s just doing paperwork and closing cases out. And then I’m all done with work. Fortunately, I can do all of this latter part at home. My boss told me yesterday during our baby shower that I could just email her all the files so I don’t have to come into the office again. I think I shall have to still come in at least one last time to turn in all my physical files and to have lunch with my Jenbug again before going on maternity leave for good. I am relieved, actually, to not have to deal with a lot of these social services issues at work. I am relieved to not have to deal with medicare insurance for my clients, or getting them extra services that they deserve, or figuring out how to help them pay their monthly bills, or getting them into counseling or medical care, or helping them with childcare and daycare costs, or any of those things. Sometimes, I feel more like a social worker than a therapist because a lot of the things most of my clients are struggling with have to do with daily basic living. While I am so very happy to be able to advocate for these people who deserve the very basics in life, especially in the “wealthiest country in the world,” I am anxious for my break. Just to take a break from taking care of everyone else so I can take care of myself and my own. It sounds like bliss.