Long Weeks

I just wrapped up a 96hr pay period...  to give you an idea, a regular pay period has 72 hrs.  All of these hours being between 7pm and 7am... I'm beat, but hopefully rich come payday, or at least caught up on bills. 

I pronounced my first death last week.  Kinda weird...  To be the official word that someone is dead (along with another RN)...  To be the name on the document.  My biggest fear is to say someone is dead, and then whoops, they really aren't. 

My little man is getting so BIG!

 Buddy, 10lbs on the way home, about 8 months ago (8weeks old).

Buddy today, probably 60+lbs (10 months old)

I love this man.  He is the most excited to see me when I get home.  He never whines at me when I tell him no.  He's never pulled an attitude with me or rolled his eyes at me.  He is ALWAYS up for snuggling, or wrestling.  And he's just plain cute!  Oh, but he does pack a mean fart.


A couple of weeks ago, on my way out of work, I grabbed my lunch bag (a plastic walmart bag) out of the fridge.  When I got home, I come to find out that this is not MY lunch at all.  Yes, the plastic container was exactly the same, but the contents were very different.  This was packed full of fresh lasagna.  I had a wilted salad that had been sitting un-eaten the last three nights.  Whoops.  I panicked.  I quickly dumped the whole thing in the garbage.  Why?  I think it was to destroy any evidence of my theft, but I'm really not sure.  Still feeling guilty though about stealing someones lunch, maybe I should post an apology along with my confession in the break room.

Just got home from parent-teacher conferences.  I never remember 4th grade being so hard-core.  I find it interesting that school seems harder these days, more demanding, yet we seem to be pumping out more and more losers from high school.