My babies turned 18 last weekend. EIGHT-FRICKIN-TEEN. I now officially have two adult children. If that ain't enough to make you feel old as dirt, I don't know what is.
Here's what's funny: my son is all like, "Now I'm an adult. I can do whatever I want, and you can't tell me what to do anymore." To which I replied BULL. I gave the "as long as you live under our roof" speech (something I thought I'd never do because it sounds so lame). I mean, this kid can't even get his ass out of bed in the morning to catch the school bus. He has no job, no car, and his grades suck. As far as I'm concerned, these are not the marks of a responsible adult who is ready for the real world, and I let him know it.
My daughter is responsible for the most part. She gets pretty decent grades, has a job, and is usually very reliable. She's heading off to college in the fall... not sure how I feel about that. I mean, I'm not worried about her because I think she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders, but man will I miss her. I'm not sure how I feel about one of my babies living hundreds of miles away. And she's going to college with her boyfriend, which could end in disaster.
Next week she and I are going to her school for academic orientation. I dread sitting with a bunch of other parents I don't know for an entire day listening to lectures about financial aid and crap, but it will be cool to stay at a hotel for a couple nights and just hang out with my daughter. I think she and I will have fun together.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
I saw it!
I'm driving the kids to school this morning, and I just happen to glance at this guy walking down the sidewalk just as he totally biffs it on the ice.
He totally went down hard. His feet flew out from under him, and if my windows had been down I'm pretty sure I would have heard him go, "Oof," when he hit the ground. I wish my windows had been down. He didn't slide on his ass, which was somewhat disappointing, but watching him try to get up totally made up for it.
The guy's feet kept slipping out from under him while he was trying to get up. It was awesome. He finally managed to get back on his feet, but he looked like an injured, deformed frog as he was getting up. His legs were all shaky and bowed out to the sides.
Here's the horrible part: I found myself feeling just a little bit bad for the guy. Yeah, I totally laughed my ass off, but I felt a little bad doing it. Holy crap, what is happening to me? I cannot have the joy of watching a sweet biff marred by... dare I say it... caring. Am I losing my appreciation for the art of the great winter wipeout? Man, I guess I just gotta toughen up. I cannot allow sympathetic tendencies to spoil my fun.
He totally went down hard. His feet flew out from under him, and if my windows had been down I'm pretty sure I would have heard him go, "Oof," when he hit the ground. I wish my windows had been down. He didn't slide on his ass, which was somewhat disappointing, but watching him try to get up totally made up for it.
The guy's feet kept slipping out from under him while he was trying to get up. It was awesome. He finally managed to get back on his feet, but he looked like an injured, deformed frog as he was getting up. His legs were all shaky and bowed out to the sides.
Here's the horrible part: I found myself feeling just a little bit bad for the guy. Yeah, I totally laughed my ass off, but I felt a little bad doing it. Holy crap, what is happening to me? I cannot have the joy of watching a sweet biff marred by... dare I say it... caring. Am I losing my appreciation for the art of the great winter wipeout? Man, I guess I just gotta toughen up. I cannot allow sympathetic tendencies to spoil my fun.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
New Job
This has been quite a week.
A few weeks ago I called my old supervisor at the hospice where I used to work, told her my situation, and asked if there would be any way I can get my old nursing job back. It just so happens that they are really hurting for nurses, and she told me she'd try to get a position posted.
Well, it only took her about a week. She totally jumped on it and pushed it through in record time. I went in and filled out all the paperwork, and I had my interview last week. It was really only a formality since they already know me. In fact, my supervisor said, "It's silly that you have to jump through all the beaurocratic hoops for this. I know you, love you, and can't wait to have you as a part of our family again. In fact, I wish I could clone you about ten times over." She told me that she knows I'm a good nurse, that I give excellent patient care, am very comforting and supportive with the families, and am loved and respected by my coworkers.
Wow. I so needed to hear that. Nothing like feeling needed and wanted.
The huge bonus is that I'll be cross-trained to several different areas of hospice, so I'll have plenty of hours. I won't be eligible for benefits because technically I'll be casual part-time, but that's fine with me. The nice thing about being casual is that I'm not locked into a schedule. I can turn down shifts if I need to for days the kids don't have school, etc.
I'll primarily be doing home care, which means that all my hours will be on weekdays during the day with an occasional Saturday and no holidays. Bonus. I'll do shifts at the residence as my schedule allows and as they need me, but I'll mostly be doing home and nursing home visits.
I cannot tell you how perfectly this works out for my situation. This is such a huge relief. One less thing to stress out about. Worrying about how I would make enough money to leave my husband has been keeping me up at night.
Now I just have to find a place to live and figure out how to furnish it. I guess that means a few more restless nights, but at least I feel like the wheels are in motion.
A few weeks ago I called my old supervisor at the hospice where I used to work, told her my situation, and asked if there would be any way I can get my old nursing job back. It just so happens that they are really hurting for nurses, and she told me she'd try to get a position posted.
Well, it only took her about a week. She totally jumped on it and pushed it through in record time. I went in and filled out all the paperwork, and I had my interview last week. It was really only a formality since they already know me. In fact, my supervisor said, "It's silly that you have to jump through all the beaurocratic hoops for this. I know you, love you, and can't wait to have you as a part of our family again. In fact, I wish I could clone you about ten times over." She told me that she knows I'm a good nurse, that I give excellent patient care, am very comforting and supportive with the families, and am loved and respected by my coworkers.
Wow. I so needed to hear that. Nothing like feeling needed and wanted.
The huge bonus is that I'll be cross-trained to several different areas of hospice, so I'll have plenty of hours. I won't be eligible for benefits because technically I'll be casual part-time, but that's fine with me. The nice thing about being casual is that I'm not locked into a schedule. I can turn down shifts if I need to for days the kids don't have school, etc.
I'll primarily be doing home care, which means that all my hours will be on weekdays during the day with an occasional Saturday and no holidays. Bonus. I'll do shifts at the residence as my schedule allows and as they need me, but I'll mostly be doing home and nursing home visits.
I cannot tell you how perfectly this works out for my situation. This is such a huge relief. One less thing to stress out about. Worrying about how I would make enough money to leave my husband has been keeping me up at night.
Now I just have to find a place to live and figure out how to furnish it. I guess that means a few more restless nights, but at least I feel like the wheels are in motion.
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