~Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that passing there,
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
Some where ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I-
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Graveyards
I have always been a night owl. I can stay up until three in the morning and still get up the next morning just raring to go -- or at least I always could! Working my job now, as soon as my body is horizontal I am out for eight hours. Not so much a struggle when I'm on days, because if I go to bed as soon as I get the kids in bed, I can still get my eight hours in -- even if I am *the horror* getting up at four thirty am.
However, on graveyards, I am lucky to get in six hours -- I get off at six thirty, get home about seven, get the kids ready for the day, drop them all off at daycare about seven forty five, then come home and get started on some of my chores for the day -- tossing in a load of laundry, starting the slow cooker, etc. By the time I crash, it's close to eight thirty or nine, then my alarm is set to go off at two thirty so that I can get up, get ready for work, THEN pick up the kids, get Jake's homework done, get dinner on the table and then I leave for work about five thirty. It's tiring! But at least on graveyards, I see the kids more than on days. On days, I am gone from five thirty am to seven pm and by the time I get home, there's only time to cuddle up with the kids and read some books before bed at eight.
I can't complain, though, because overall I enjoy my schedule. By the end of days on, I'm dragging, but I usually have at least four days off to recover! :) And during that time, the kids usually get me all to themselves.
We had parent teacher conferences on Friday, and Jake's doing fantastically. He is plugging right along and reading like a champ. He talks WAAAAAY too much and needs some help staying on task, but overall he's doing great. I couldn't ask for a better kid. He's such a help, always willing to pitch in and help wherever I ask. Now if I could just keep Violet and Quinton from getting into WWE style beatdowns every time I turn around.....yeah right.
I'm way excited because my sister and her fiance and kids are coming down this weekend for Easter. I have yet to do ANY Easter shopping (that's Saturday's main job!) but it will be so nice to let the kids play together. Now if Kellie, Rockey and Sawyer were going to be here! But hey, I'll take what I can get.
Well, I better get my nose back to the grindstone. Have a great night -- I will!
However, on graveyards, I am lucky to get in six hours -- I get off at six thirty, get home about seven, get the kids ready for the day, drop them all off at daycare about seven forty five, then come home and get started on some of my chores for the day -- tossing in a load of laundry, starting the slow cooker, etc. By the time I crash, it's close to eight thirty or nine, then my alarm is set to go off at two thirty so that I can get up, get ready for work, THEN pick up the kids, get Jake's homework done, get dinner on the table and then I leave for work about five thirty. It's tiring! But at least on graveyards, I see the kids more than on days. On days, I am gone from five thirty am to seven pm and by the time I get home, there's only time to cuddle up with the kids and read some books before bed at eight.
I can't complain, though, because overall I enjoy my schedule. By the end of days on, I'm dragging, but I usually have at least four days off to recover! :) And during that time, the kids usually get me all to themselves.
We had parent teacher conferences on Friday, and Jake's doing fantastically. He is plugging right along and reading like a champ. He talks WAAAAAY too much and needs some help staying on task, but overall he's doing great. I couldn't ask for a better kid. He's such a help, always willing to pitch in and help wherever I ask. Now if I could just keep Violet and Quinton from getting into WWE style beatdowns every time I turn around.....yeah right.
I'm way excited because my sister and her fiance and kids are coming down this weekend for Easter. I have yet to do ANY Easter shopping (that's Saturday's main job!) but it will be so nice to let the kids play together. Now if Kellie, Rockey and Sawyer were going to be here! But hey, I'll take what I can get.
Well, I better get my nose back to the grindstone. Have a great night -- I will!
Monday, March 29, 2010
Here We Go Again!
Wow, it's been so long since I've written a blog!! I deleted my last blog last May and I've missed it so much. I intend this blog not only to keep everyone up on what's going on with me and my heathens, but also as a vent for anything that inspires me, whatever random thoughts are going through my head, really anything that I feel like sharing.
Life is definitely going incredibly well for us. I'm back at the ER at MHSC, and I love it -- it works great with the kids because even though I work four or five twelves in a row, I also have four or five days off in a row (sometimes even six!!) I love how the shifts fly by, and especially how no two days are ever the same.
Jacob's in first grade now, and doing great. He is such a smart kid, and so funny. He's got my smart ass attitude, which I'm beginning to regret! Quinton is acing preschool (is that even possible?) but we're struggling with some behavioral issues. Violet's raising hell wherever she goes, which is pretty much par for the course since she's been born. :)
My thought for the day:
When you come to the edge of all the light you have known, and are about to step into the darkness, faith is knowing one of two things will happen: either there will be something to step on or you will be taught to fly.
Till tomorrow!!
Life is definitely going incredibly well for us. I'm back at the ER at MHSC, and I love it -- it works great with the kids because even though I work four or five twelves in a row, I also have four or five days off in a row (sometimes even six!!) I love how the shifts fly by, and especially how no two days are ever the same.
Jacob's in first grade now, and doing great. He is such a smart kid, and so funny. He's got my smart ass attitude, which I'm beginning to regret! Quinton is acing preschool (is that even possible?) but we're struggling with some behavioral issues. Violet's raising hell wherever she goes, which is pretty much par for the course since she's been born. :)
My thought for the day:
When you come to the edge of all the light you have known, and are about to step into the darkness, faith is knowing one of two things will happen: either there will be something to step on or you will be taught to fly.
Till tomorrow!!
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