My weekend.

I just got off of working four days in a row. It was a hard four days. 

Every time I leave for work my three year old says "I don't want you to go." Then she cries and has me hug her for about 15 minutes. It sure makes it super hard to leave. 

Thursday and Friday were fairly easy nights, just busy. Lot's of calls from the residents for miscellaneous stuff. 

Saturday and Sunday I was the Med Tech on duty. Which means, I had to pass out all the medications at dinner time and bedtime. 

Saturday it took me the entire shift to get it all done. It was ridiculous. I was so slow. I got so frustrated I ended up asking a co-worker to help me finish. It was bad. (It didn't help that it was the first day of "that time of the month"). 

Yesterday went much better. I got meds done on time at dinner. Unfortunately, I had to send a very sick resident to the hospital which threw off my bedtime schedule. Oh well. I at least got them done much quicker than the night before. 

This was the first time I was on my own for the afternoon shift and I know it will take time to find my groove. 

Tomorrow I get to have a Mom's Night Out at a friend's house. I am so excited. It's hard to leave the kids, especially when I have worked the previous four days, but it feels good to hang out and gab with my friend's. Makes for some very nice down time. 

Prune juice and other scary stuff.

Warning: TMI! 

Today I went and bought some prune juice because, well, I needed it. When I got home I realized that I hadn't called my mother back, so I did. 

Big mistake. 

Let's just say that mom likes to talk about scary stuff, like the end of the world, which immediately puts me into major anxiety/panic attack spin. I know she doesn't mean to, she just wants to "warn" us. 

Around 7 years ago I started reading the Bible ALOT. I was obsessed with it and what it had to say about the end of times. I also did a TON of research on the internet which always did a good job of scaring the b'jeezus out of me. Who knew what to believe. So, I lived in constant fear for about 3 years. Fear of going anywhere, of seeing people, of the future (especially the future), of dying, and of living. It was horrible. 

Eventually, I got a handle on the panic attacks and decided to forego all that research for awhile. All was well. 

Until my mom started doing all same research I did back them. She started about 2 weeks ago. 

(Mom, I don't know if I can answer the phone anymore.)

One thing she doesn't understand: if the world goes into tribulations like the bible says, which has been translated by the church, I lose my husband. Period. No buying insulin. No insulin, he dies. And she wonders why it scares me so much. (well, and all the other scary stuff that is supposed to happen.) 

Sometimes the anxiety and fear is so bad that I have to leave the house. I get so antsy. Tonight I had to get out. The kids and I went and had chips and queso and some dessert at a local restaurant (well, the kids did. My stomach is in to many knots to eat anything). As we were waiting for our food, I noticed the 3 year old had a fever. I sure hope it doesn't last long and isn't serious. 

Good news: I don't have to drink the prune juice. The fear did all the work.  

I stole this from my sister's blog because I had to.

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Work~Semi Promotion Update

Do you ever want to blog but have nothing to say or don't know what to start with? Right now, I have the biggest urge to write, but I really don't know what to talk about. So much has been going on. 

Let's start with a really good weekend. I only had to work one night shift. I am scheduled for one more this coming weekend but, hopefully, that will be the last. I have been training someone for the last couple of weekends and she is doing great! I am so glad they found her so quickly after I told them I couldn't do nights anymore. 

I just realized that I haven't told you all this stuff yet. Now I know what to talk about. 

My husband is a Type 1 Diabetic. He has been since he was about 18 months old. (His parents did a really good job with his health. He has no medical problems so far because of his diabetes.) He has had a lot of nights where is blood sugar drops super low and he has little seizures/convulsions. I ALWAYS wake up when he gets low, usually just before the seizures begin. 

Over the last 9-12 months he hasn't had one episode, which is unusual. I think while he was younger, the hormones in him were so out of whack, it was harder to maintain consistent blood sugar levels. Well, with the weather getting warmer (temperature changes do make a difference with him) he had a low blood sugar episode about 3 weeks ago at around 1 am. As I was trying to get some sugar into him I started thinking. What if I had been at work? Nobody would know he was having a problem until I got home 5 HOURS LATER! 

The next day I went to my boss and told her how sorry I was but I can not, under any circumstance, work nights. She told me she would find someone and I would just need to help train that person. She found someone two days later. 

What's ironic is neither one of us, my husband or I, even thought about his diabetes once while making the decision to accept the new position. I am very glad that his low episode happened while I was home and not while I was gone. 

So, I have one more night shift to work and then I am done, I think. I haven't seen the new schedule yet but, I can't see her scheduling me for anymore. 

My Birthday Girl!

She is 3 years old today! 

When you give a man toys...

and the bar-b-que loses all it's propane:

Do you see the smile?! 

Long over due.

I have to retake Biology. I ended up with a D+ in the class. I was so mad. The least I could have done was fail it utterly and completely. But a D+?! That's almost a C. Luckily, I don't have to redo the Lab that went with the class, which will save me about 5 hours a week. The summer class is already closed, but I am going to talk to the professor about adding it on anyway. Usually they say yes. 

I am also going to take a class on Quickbooks during the summer. I know Quickbooks is supposed to be soooo easy, but I am one of those retarded people that makes a mountain out of a mole hill. I think this class will help me with running our business here at home. (We own a small business out of the house that deals with commercial cleaning.) 

This week is a very busy week. Our kids have their last day of school on Friday. Which means a whole lot of last minute activities at their school that I have to help with (I don't really mind, I actually miss helping out at their school), including one very special 8th grade graduation dinner and ceremony, you know C thinks he is no longer a child because he is starting high school next year. 

The kids are very excited for summer break. I am too. I can't wait to have them home so we can sleep in, go to the pool, sleep in, go on little day trips, sleep in, and just be. It will be a nice break. And then week two will pass and I will realize they are driving me crazy and that they won't be going back for two more months...

Sunrise

I just had to share these pictures too. They have not been doctored in any way. These are the originals.

I love desert sunrises!

Random

I was going through some pictures and just had to share these two. We were at a baseball game kind of late in the evening and these two could not stay awake. 

I just love these pictures! 

I have a Birthday Boy!

My oldest turns 14 tomorrow! 

Luckily, we gave up birthday parties about 4 years ago. We do parties at "special" ages now: 5 because this is the first year they are in school, 10 because it's double digits, 13 because this is officially the teenage year, 16 because you can drive, and then 18 because I can finally kick them out of the house!! (I will admit that I do like to throw one at 6 or 7 just because.)

On the "off" party years, the kids get to invite one friend to come over for the day and have dinner, play games, and just hang out. They love being able to invite that one special friend and it makes the party years that much more special. 

Back to my oldest. He was born 5 weeks early at 5 pounds 3 ounces. He was so tiny, I bathed him in the tiny bathroom sink. Now, he wear's a size 13 men's shoe and is just about 6 feet tall and he has another 6 or 7 years to grow! 

In two years he will be able to drive and in four years he can move out. 

I can't believe how fast the time goes and yet, not fast enough (because the boy has a serious attitude problem at times.)