I should be doing something productive during their time away and yet, here I am.  Holed [...]]]> Ethan and Addison went to stay with their father this evening and now the house is too quiet.  Despite Addison’s horrible mood swings, I am missing them like crazy and it has been just shy of two hours.

I should be doing something productive during their time away and yet, here I am.  Holed up in front of the computer, trying desperately to catch up on emails and work that needs to be done on Pj Mommy.  In all fairness to myself though, the house is clean, laundry is caught up and I managed to finally balance my checkbook, after neglecting it for almost two weeks.  I have a list of things to do around the house still, but am lacking the motivation to get anything done.  They are not necessities, but would be much easier to do while the kids are not here is what I guess I am trying to say.  But for the moment, I am going to try to enjoy the peace and quiet, to get caught up on things I have been neglecting online and then move onto the little things around the house.

Monday will be the beginning of a long week for me, as I’ve vowed to drag my butt out of the house and look for a job.  I am desperately trying to find a new, full-time job.  My current employer is currently upset with me, having been taken off from work for two weeks due to my knee and honestly, after being treated the way I was over the phone, I am not sure I really want to go back.  It’s not as though I deliberately injured my knee to get out of work.  If I had my way, I would still be working and trying to apply for a full-time run on the 11-7 shift so that I can finally get every aspect of my life back on track.  I may not necessarily love every person that I work with, but I do love my job and the residents.  And it’s not as though I don’t understand their frustrations because I do, but I already feel bad enough about all of this and would change things if I could.

Speaking of my knee, the doctor finally found the cause to my pain and swelling.  I have torn the meniscus in my knee and am currently undergoing nonsurgical treatment.  After these two weeks are over, I will go in for an MRI of my knee if the pain and swelling persists to see just how much damage has been done.  I may or may not need surgery, which hey, let’s be honest. I am praying that I will be able to avoid surgery if at all possible.

Here’s to hoping the day/evening passes quickly so that I can snuggle up with the kids soon!

Upon arriving at my vehicle, I glanced over the pamphlet and kind of snickered [...]]]> Last week, I had the privilege of someone handing me a pamphlet on my way out the door from work. I know, exciting, right? Happens to everyone. Except that it wasn’t your typical pamphlet, at least not at my age.

Upon arriving at my vehicle, I glanced over the pamphlet and kind of snickered to myself.  Mind you, I have been handed several pamplets at work- religious, organizations taking up donations, information about health insurance, etc.  I have never, however, been handed a pamphlet containing information about seniors term life insurance. Really people? Do I look old enough? I get the whole life insurance thing, but to hand me something that is meant solely for people over the age of fifty?

I completely understand that the nature of my job is working with the elderly. Except that our rules and policies clearly state that there is no soliciting to our residents. If they ask us for information, we can gladly give it, but we can under no circumstances volunteer the information. Maybe this was the purpose behind handing a twenty-seven year old female the pamphlet. Or at least that is what I am banking on. I know all the stress I have been under lately has aged me, but not by another twenty three years, has it?

Yesterday morning, when I got out of work, I decided to take Ethan to the emergency room for his foot.  He had stepped on a toothpick a couple of days prior to that and we did everything we knew how to get that toothpick [...]]]> Why do boys and the Emergency Room always go hand-in-hand?

Yesterday morning, when I got out of work, I decided to take Ethan to the emergency room for his foot.  He had stepped on a toothpick a couple of days prior to that and we did everything we knew how to get that toothpick out of his foot.  Nothing worked, so off to the Emergency Room we went.

When we checked him in, I figured it would be a simple little thing.  Pull a little skin back, take some fancy medical tweezers and pull that little sucker out of there.  Oh, how I was wrong and completely unprepared.  After taking an x-ray of his foot, the doctors on duty decided it would be better to give him a shot of local anesthetic, cut his heel open with a razor blade and dive right in.

I have never seen Ethan so miserable in all my life.  He was gripping the pillow tightly and screaming, begging the doctor to stop.  They gave him a little bit more medication to keep him numb and continued until they removed small fragments of the toothpick.  Unfortunately, they could not remove all of the toothpick because of how deep it had gone into his heel.  Now we sit and wait.  His body will begin rejecting the foreign article, causing it to fester into a blister that they will then pop.  As we wait for this blister to form, we are to monitor Ethan’s heel and keep the hole in his heel clean and bandaged up.