The Trick-or-Treat Quandry

So here's a new skill I have to learn as a parent.

How do I manage NOT to eat the entire contents of my daughter's Halloween bag tonight after she's in bed?

Hmmmm...

HI out there!

Hey ya'll, I know I'm being a total shit and neglecting this blog. Sorry.

But, in my defense, daylight savings is a bitch when you have two little kiddos who are on a very tight sleeping schedule. The theme of this week is "time-outs" and "let's see who can get the kids to bed the quickest before one of them is hurt by a parent."

Cheers!

Wahoo Doggie!!!!

Yay, it's Change of Shift!!a

Not a good sign

Someone please tell me that the future is going to be OK when your 2 year old makes this statement to her grandparents;

"If I want it, I will get it."

Oh Dear God what am I in for with this girl?

Help please!

Hey, BTW, anyone have any good ideas how to make a home-made chicken costume? Both of my kids are going to be chickens for Halloween and I want to join them. We're going to be The Bird Flu!

Happy but then sad

Last night was one of those nights I left the ED feeling really happy. I liked my job, I was thinking about how much I love being a nurse, and feeling really happy with how things are going.

Tonight is one of those nights I leave-no run from--the department and never want to show my face there again. It was so busy, with very sick (and might I add, heavy) patients. It was one of those nights when I felt I was just putting out fire after fire but not really taking great care of my patients. I hate that feeling.

So, alas, I sit here, exhausted and unable to go bed because I'm wired from work. I'm hungry but really don't want to eat because I'm on South Beach Phase One and the food is boring. I want to sleep but my insomnia is back in full force and I can't yet face tossing and turning for the next 4 hours. So I'll read my favorite blogs and hopefully eventually wind down. Maybe I need to pick up an after-work hobby. One of my nurse friend plays Diner Dash when she gets home, maybe I'll try that.

Check it Out

Yay! It's time for a new Change of Shift

PB Boob

I sometimes feel that my life would make a great sitcom. Today I was leaving the house with my one year old in my left arm, my bag slung over my shoulder, a water bottle mashed in my right armpit, and I was carrying my breakfast for the car. It was a Thomas Lite English muffin (my favorite) with peanut butter. Yummy. Right as I was getting through my back door everything started to slip and I had to scramble to catch everything and not sacrifice my food. I took a few more steps and noticed that the peanut butter was melting off the muffin down my hand. Then I thought, "wow, that could have been ugly if it got on me." I then, just as a precaution, checked myself to see if I had, in fact, been peanut buttered. I looked down at my clean (OK, somewhat clean, I'm a working mom after all) black V-neck and saw an English muffin peanut butter outline on my right breast. I'd been hit.

So at this point, I've got the kid in my arm, the car doors opened, the two year old out the door, and a boob full of peanut butter. I thought, "Well, I could just grab a baby wipe in the car and clean myself off OR I could go ALL the way back in the house to change." What would you do?

Yeah, I actually did go back in a change. But it was only because I was on my way to a new playgroup and didn't want to make a complete ass out of myself right off teh bat. I swear, if I was on my way to Wal-Mart or work I would have had one wet boob and a smile on my face. I can't even imagine what my neighbors thought when they saw that spectacle from across the lawn :)

Yummy

Anyone watch Dancing With the Stars tonight? OMFG Mario Lopez was sooo good. HOT!!!

(And, yes, I am not ashamed to admit that I watch it, it's a fun show!)

Stand Tall!

A part of me can't wait to stop stooping over. With little kids I feel as if I do it all day long every day. You stoop to pick them up. To rid the floors of
toys. To change a diaper, wash a face, give a hug, tie shoes, pull up the pants, pick up the cup that was hurled from the highchair, kiss goodnight, fix an oowie. I love my kids very much, and enjoy this age, but I also can't wait to look at the world with a nice straight back and un-bent legs. What a feeling to be
upright and not cromagnum man!