Mike and I enjoyed each other's company Saturday night while playing some Rock Band. Again. Except this time we added a new twist...tequila shots.
And see, well I don't really drink ever, and my system is weak. So while we had a blast, complete with hair gel and mascara for both of us (think Gene Simmons), well the next day was, how shall we say this, less desirable. Which saddens me because I had such high hopes for the weekend. Frankly I don't know how single moms do it. If Mike hadn't been there to help me with Ellie, then I could see myself going through every number in my cell phone until I found someone that could come help. Being sick now sucks so much more because you simply have to do things now. Like watch your child, keep her safe, feed her, change her diaper. Throwing up in the toilet must be rearranged around these events.
And see, well I don't really drink ever, and my system is weak. So while we had a blast, complete with hair gel and mascara for both of us (think Gene Simmons), well the next day was, how shall we say this, less desirable. Which saddens me because I had such high hopes for the weekend. Frankly I don't know how single moms do it. If Mike hadn't been there to help me with Ellie, then I could see myself going through every number in my cell phone until I found someone that could come help. Being sick now sucks so much more because you simply have to do things now. Like watch your child, keep her safe, feed her, change her diaper. Throwing up in the toilet must be rearranged around these events.
In other news, well I've made a big change in my job. I'm switching to the night shift. Right now, as a hospice nurse, I have my own designated set of patients that I visit in their homes throughout the week. I won't have that anymore. The night shift is sort of like the emergency room for hospice. It's symptom management, pain crises, and a lot of deaths. But what this change means is only 3 nights a week of working, sleeping at home in my own bed if I'm not called out, and most importantly, being there with my little Ellie Bellie all day. Worth every ounce of change.
3 comments:
So true...so true. Just wait until your little one can scream at the top of her lungs on purpose because she knows you have a headache...or, is that only my lovely gal?!?!
I constantly think of single moms and how in the world they survive. Seriously feel for them! Hope you are feeling better, and that you enjoy your new job change. If I remember correctly, your mom has been working night shifts for ages and likes working night shifts best, right? It sounds to me like cruel and unusual punishment (I am NOT a night person), but I know it can work out wonderfully when you have young kids at home.
Yeah...nothing screams rockstar like a pack-&-play in the background.
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