The car was loaded to the max before 0900 but we couldn't leave because of a scheduled appointment at 1020. After the appointment we made the hour long drive to Steinbach, stopped at Century 21 where I nearly whooped for joy when the keys were in my hand! Poor staff, they must not be used to such displays of emotion.
Off to the house; I have been briefing Kev on moving for a few weeks now, so this did not seem to be a surprise to him at all. The house was a mere 12 degrees and Kev was feverish so he began shivering violently once inside the house. Luckily I, being the clever and organized Grandma that I am, had brought a large bag of blankets in the car. He soon feel asleep in the nest I made for him on the living room carpet, and I unpacked the car. By the time he woke, the tylenol had taken effect and he was ready to explore. We dumped a giant bin (again, organized and thoughtful Grandma) of toys on his bedroom floor; toys that he hadn't seen in the four weeks since I packed them away. What excitement!! It was as if I had given him all new toys!
Interestingly, Kev's bedroom is not a "bedroom" on the floor plan, it is a "lifestyle" room! Hmmm, still trying to decide what that is. His room is at the very front of the house, facing
south. The window has curtains but it's going to also need blinds to keep out the bright summer sun in the mornings.
Yesterday was a day where things just kept getting better and better! As I pulled up to the house for the very first time, I got a call from Bethesda Hospital. My start date is March 15; I'll be starting with a fairly lengthy and intensive orientation to the Emergency Department. I laughed when they asked if I would be okay with them starting me at a higher EFT than I was hired into! Of course!! We also discussed the possibility of floating off to the medical or surgical wards.
Late afternoon found Kev and I at his new babysitter's home, simply getting him acquainted with her and the other children in her care. I've known her all my life so we discussed different things. She is also a single parent and we obviously have some of the same issues in that area. Bringing Kev to her home means 20 minutes and 12 miles of driving before and after every shift, plus I'm paying her more than a public daycare. Why? Because I want a sitter who will truly love my child, and a sitter that Kev can bond with and feel at ease with. He has all those things at his current daycare in the city; I am extremely particular of who I allow to take care of him in my absence. I also need to have open communication with the sitter, and common ideas as to what quality childcare is.
Back to the new house, we brought my Mom and my dear sister in laws to tour my magnificent mansion. They were suitably impressed! Especially with my organized closet! Ha! It'll be that neat and organized for a month or two! Besides, there were only hangars and shoes in the HUGE closet.
Suppertime rolled around and Virg came over and shared pizza with me; later another friend came down and finished the last of the pizza so I wouldn't have to deal with leftovers. It was fantastic having people over to my house and knowing that these same people are now neighbors and can drop by anytime without having to make an hour long drive!
In short, it feels like life is coming together beautifully! Being in the house felt "home-like" instantly. Kev was relaxed there and even showed Virg his bedroom when she asked! The drive to get my Mom was so short! When it was time to head back to the city for night, it was quite difficult to leave; had I thought to bring along my evening medication, we would have spent the night there.
At this point, it sounds like we'll be moving more boxes today and spending time there till Monday. Them returning to the city for my last two day shifts, then completing the move next weekend.
Thanks for reading, hope you all have a fantastic weekend!
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
More Details
As promised, and I know you all were waiting with baited breath for this post, here are more details about the position I've accepted at Bethesda Hospital.
It's a .4 position, which means that out of every six week rotation I will be scheduled for 8 12-hour shifts. That's not a lot for the sole money-maker of the house. It'd be great as a supplementary income in a two parent home, but not enough for my situation. And that is why I look for extra shifts whenever and wherever I can. At HSC I nearly doubled my shifts just by picking up extras.
Some people ask me why I don't look for a full-time position. It's very simple, I love the flexibility this gives me. I can work as much or as little as I want. It allows me lengthy periods of time off work if I choose; my last rotation had 2 11-day gaps in it. Usually I filled them with extra shifts, but sometimes I used them as a mini vacation at home. Until recently there has never been a shortage of hours for pick up and that was awesome!
The position is in the Emergency Department of the Bethesda Hospital, which is something I've been eager to try for a long looooooong time! This emergency department is quite busy due to the rapidly growing population of Southeastern Manitoba. So busy that they are planning to break ground for a new ER sometime in spring. Exciting stuff!
Apparently I will receive a lengthy and extensive orientation, which suits me just fine!! There will be some courses that I need to take and I've been warned that I will have lots of reading to do. A challenge? Bring it on!
HSC has an IV team; ward nurses do not do IV starts. At Bethesda we do that ourselves, that's another skill I'll need to work on. I've successfully started two IV's in my nursing career and did the dance of joy each time. Have I ever mentioned that I really love being a nurse?!!
My last day shifts at HSC are next Tuesday and Wednesday; my last night shifts are the following Monday and Thursday. That makes my last shift March 11. I'm hoping that my start date at Bethesda will be March 15, but am currently unsure.
Best news of all, my position does not include any nights. Days and evenings only. Not sure how that will work with babysitting, bit I have faith that something will work out.
There's the details I promised. Enjoy!
It's a .4 position, which means that out of every six week rotation I will be scheduled for 8 12-hour shifts. That's not a lot for the sole money-maker of the house. It'd be great as a supplementary income in a two parent home, but not enough for my situation. And that is why I look for extra shifts whenever and wherever I can. At HSC I nearly doubled my shifts just by picking up extras.
Some people ask me why I don't look for a full-time position. It's very simple, I love the flexibility this gives me. I can work as much or as little as I want. It allows me lengthy periods of time off work if I choose; my last rotation had 2 11-day gaps in it. Usually I filled them with extra shifts, but sometimes I used them as a mini vacation at home. Until recently there has never been a shortage of hours for pick up and that was awesome!
The position is in the Emergency Department of the Bethesda Hospital, which is something I've been eager to try for a long looooooong time! This emergency department is quite busy due to the rapidly growing population of Southeastern Manitoba. So busy that they are planning to break ground for a new ER sometime in spring. Exciting stuff!
Apparently I will receive a lengthy and extensive orientation, which suits me just fine!! There will be some courses that I need to take and I've been warned that I will have lots of reading to do. A challenge? Bring it on!
HSC has an IV team; ward nurses do not do IV starts. At Bethesda we do that ourselves, that's another skill I'll need to work on. I've successfully started two IV's in my nursing career and did the dance of joy each time. Have I ever mentioned that I really love being a nurse?!!
My last day shifts at HSC are next Tuesday and Wednesday; my last night shifts are the following Monday and Thursday. That makes my last shift March 11. I'm hoping that my start date at Bethesda will be March 15, but am currently unsure.
Best news of all, my position does not include any nights. Days and evenings only. Not sure how that will work with babysitting, bit I have faith that something will work out.
There's the details I promised. Enjoy!
EMERGENCY ROOM NURSE!!!!
Yes, you read that correctly! I am an emergency room nurse! And I'm super excited about it!! Not just to be working in emerg, but that I finally have a position in Steinbach! It was getting so close to moving time and work details still weren't finalized, and I was getting more than a little bit nervous that I would quit one job and not yet have another. Phew!
A huge sigh of relief. And, I cannot lie to you, I ran out into the hallway and danced around a little at the nursing desk and told anyone within earshot that I had got the position I applied for. Of course, they all were confident that I would get the position, but there was more at stake for me and I was just a wee bit worried.
My first phone call was to my mother, she was the one that asked me at least two or three times a day if I had a job already.
My break time is almost over and I have no doubt that the rest of my day will fly by in my excitement. However, it is bitter sweet in some ways. I absolutely love the Health Science Centre; in many ways it feels like home. You may wonder why I'm leaving? I think I've explained it previously, but this is a brief summary of my reasons in case I haven't. My mother is getting on in years and I need to be there for her, my VBF lives there, I'm tired of city life, its just Kev and me now, and I really would prefer to raise him out of the city where he has more space to run and play. There you have it. Thank you all for reading, and I will definitely keep you posted on the new job details.
A huge sigh of relief. And, I cannot lie to you, I ran out into the hallway and danced around a little at the nursing desk and told anyone within earshot that I had got the position I applied for. Of course, they all were confident that I would get the position, but there was more at stake for me and I was just a wee bit worried.
My first phone call was to my mother, she was the one that asked me at least two or three times a day if I had a job already.
My break time is almost over and I have no doubt that the rest of my day will fly by in my excitement. However, it is bitter sweet in some ways. I absolutely love the Health Science Centre; in many ways it feels like home. You may wonder why I'm leaving? I think I've explained it previously, but this is a brief summary of my reasons in case I haven't. My mother is getting on in years and I need to be there for her, my VBF lives there, I'm tired of city life, its just Kev and me now, and I really would prefer to raise him out of the city where he has more space to run and play. There you have it. Thank you all for reading, and I will definitely keep you posted on the new job details.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Countdown to Our New Home
The countdown has officially started! I get the keys to my new home on Friday, February 26. The current tenants are vacating the premises tomorrow evening, so theoretically I could start moving in tomorrow night. But, I'm working so, alas, it is not to be. Sigh. The move in dates will stay the same, March 4 to March 6; with the 6th being the day of moving all the furniture, etc.
Is this exciting for me? You bet it is! We're less than 72 hours from moving our first boxes into our new home, and 9(?) days from moving in officially. The wait is over. Finally.
All that remains at this point is to be officially hired by a hospital in the area. Yesterday I had an interview in Steinbach for a 0.4 EFT Term in Emergency. I believe the interview went well, except that I was my normal self and talked waaaaaaay too much! Ugh. You'd think I'd learn to talk less, but noooooooo, I had to talk like I normally do.
The interview took about an hour, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. It consisted of some work related questions, and some for focused questions regarding emergency room triage methods. Technically, I think I did very well considering that I am a ward nurse and have learned a different thought process than emergency room nurses. And I didn't even know that nurses in different departments thought differently.
The only negative to come out of the interview is my excessive use of sick time. I have used all my sick time in the past two years, even called in sick when there was no sick time available to me. Let me explain: Prior to Kev's arrival in my world, even prior to me accepting responsibility of him, it was very rare that I called in sick, and if I did I was physically ill. Following his birth, my world was turned upside down, much more than I ever expected it would be. There were times Jen was able to take care of him herself, and times that she was unable to (as her postpartum depression progressed). There were times I was simply too stressed out to even contemplate going to work.
The past two years have been hideously stressful for me. And again I feel the need to stress, although you've all heard it before, Kev is not the source of stress. He makes it all worth it by the sheer beauty of his being. No, the stress stemmed from taking on a new role, the postpartum depression, relationship issues, etc. In general, it was complete chaos.
Evidently things have settled down, as I am able to look back on the time period with clarity and hindsight. Were I still stressed out, I believe I would not be able to see those two years as being stressful. Does that make sense to anyone but me?
There are still stressors in my life, of course. I'd be lying if I said there wasn't. However, they are of a different nature. My role as Kev's mother has been clearly defined, the lines are no longer blurred between his birth mother and I. That was a rather large source of stress, but I did not realize it at the time. To know that I am the only one responsible is both completely overwhelming and totally comforting at the same time. Biological parents, ie. traditional mom and dad families, will likely not understand this feeling, but perhaps I am wrong and they will understand it better than I think.
Is this exciting for me? You bet it is! We're less than 72 hours from moving our first boxes into our new home, and 9(?) days from moving in officially. The wait is over. Finally.
All that remains at this point is to be officially hired by a hospital in the area. Yesterday I had an interview in Steinbach for a 0.4 EFT Term in Emergency. I believe the interview went well, except that I was my normal self and talked waaaaaaay too much! Ugh. You'd think I'd learn to talk less, but noooooooo, I had to talk like I normally do.
The interview took about an hour, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. It consisted of some work related questions, and some for focused questions regarding emergency room triage methods. Technically, I think I did very well considering that I am a ward nurse and have learned a different thought process than emergency room nurses. And I didn't even know that nurses in different departments thought differently.
The only negative to come out of the interview is my excessive use of sick time. I have used all my sick time in the past two years, even called in sick when there was no sick time available to me. Let me explain: Prior to Kev's arrival in my world, even prior to me accepting responsibility of him, it was very rare that I called in sick, and if I did I was physically ill. Following his birth, my world was turned upside down, much more than I ever expected it would be. There were times Jen was able to take care of him herself, and times that she was unable to (as her postpartum depression progressed). There were times I was simply too stressed out to even contemplate going to work.
The past two years have been hideously stressful for me. And again I feel the need to stress, although you've all heard it before, Kev is not the source of stress. He makes it all worth it by the sheer beauty of his being. No, the stress stemmed from taking on a new role, the postpartum depression, relationship issues, etc. In general, it was complete chaos.
Evidently things have settled down, as I am able to look back on the time period with clarity and hindsight. Were I still stressed out, I believe I would not be able to see those two years as being stressful. Does that make sense to anyone but me?
There are still stressors in my life, of course. I'd be lying if I said there wasn't. However, they are of a different nature. My role as Kev's mother has been clearly defined, the lines are no longer blurred between his birth mother and I. That was a rather large source of stress, but I did not realize it at the time. To know that I am the only one responsible is both completely overwhelming and totally comforting at the same time. Biological parents, ie. traditional mom and dad families, will likely not understand this feeling, but perhaps I am wrong and they will understand it better than I think.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
OPTIONS IN THE RENTAL MARKET
My search for the perfect home for Kev and myself took a mere month, but it felt like an eternity. I viewed three homes from the interior and exterior, and two more from the exterior only. Considering the options available, I believe that $950 for what I chose is the biggest bang for my buck. Yes, I could have chosen a cheaper, smaller, less desirable option, and then been unhappy about my choice and miserable living in the home.
Yesterday I scheduled myself to view four homes, and promised myself before 1930 I would have a home for the next year. The search and the unknowing was becoming quite stressful; after all, I’ve been almost completely packed for a few months now. It was getting to the point where I either needed to find a place or stay where I am.
The first place I viewed yesterday is the one I chose. Actually, I’d be more honest if I say it chose me. Its like that perfect outfit that you see in the store and you know it was meant for you. This home was calling my name, loud and clear. I’ve described it in great detail in Our New Home.
Upon leaving the first home, I decided to take a short detour and drive by two of the places that I was to view later in the day. And I am so very happy that I did that! They were both places I chose not to tour based on various concerns. The first one was an 800 square foot ‘cottage’ near the Frantz Motor Inn. The yard was messy, even through the snow, and the area itself seemed generally untidy. From the road I could see that there was cardboard placed in some of the windows, either for warmth or for curtains. Either way, that did not present a good image. I imagined the house, exposed to the elements from all four sides, and visibly an older home, would be cost a small fortune in heating, and quite possibly could be a prime breeding ground for mice. I turned around as quickly as I could and headed down Main Street for the next location. In my mind I already had a location for the 2nd place and I was absolutely correct!!! In my younger years it was known as welfare housing. Now it is apparently known as the whorehouse. Apparently all the women that live there are single mothers and have a continual parade of men in and out of their homes. Wow. So glad I passed on that one! I would have been stereotyped right along with the other women, and that is something I’m happy to have avoided.
The other home, a bilevel in Mitchell, was actually a close contender and choosing one or the other actually caused me fifteen minutes of complete decision making paralysis. The drawback of the Mitchell property was its extremely small square footage and the three microscopic bedrooms on the bottom level. The positive aspects, such as good location and a gorgeous exterior just were ultimately not enough to overcome its downfalls. The owner wanted me to start paying rent on February 1 and begin moving in immediately, which was really not convenient financially or logistically. Plus, tell me how you would feel if you approached a potential home with the driveway buried under two feet of snow and the bald headed owner (sporting a magnificent mullet) said “Looks like you’ve got some shoveling to do!”
Other prospective renters may have made a different choice based on individual criteria. I based my choice on which home best suited my needs and, I’m not gonna lie, my choice was also based on wants.
Yesterday I scheduled myself to view four homes, and promised myself before 1930 I would have a home for the next year. The search and the unknowing was becoming quite stressful; after all, I’ve been almost completely packed for a few months now. It was getting to the point where I either needed to find a place or stay where I am.
The first place I viewed yesterday is the one I chose. Actually, I’d be more honest if I say it chose me. Its like that perfect outfit that you see in the store and you know it was meant for you. This home was calling my name, loud and clear. I’ve described it in great detail in Our New Home.
Upon leaving the first home, I decided to take a short detour and drive by two of the places that I was to view later in the day. And I am so very happy that I did that! They were both places I chose not to tour based on various concerns. The first one was an 800 square foot ‘cottage’ near the Frantz Motor Inn. The yard was messy, even through the snow, and the area itself seemed generally untidy. From the road I could see that there was cardboard placed in some of the windows, either for warmth or for curtains. Either way, that did not present a good image. I imagined the house, exposed to the elements from all four sides, and visibly an older home, would be cost a small fortune in heating, and quite possibly could be a prime breeding ground for mice. I turned around as quickly as I could and headed down Main Street for the next location. In my mind I already had a location for the 2nd place and I was absolutely correct!!! In my younger years it was known as welfare housing. Now it is apparently known as the whorehouse. Apparently all the women that live there are single mothers and have a continual parade of men in and out of their homes. Wow. So glad I passed on that one! I would have been stereotyped right along with the other women, and that is something I’m happy to have avoided.
The other home, a bilevel in Mitchell, was actually a close contender and choosing one or the other actually caused me fifteen minutes of complete decision making paralysis. The drawback of the Mitchell property was its extremely small square footage and the three microscopic bedrooms on the bottom level. The positive aspects, such as good location and a gorgeous exterior just were ultimately not enough to overcome its downfalls. The owner wanted me to start paying rent on February 1 and begin moving in immediately, which was really not convenient financially or logistically. Plus, tell me how you would feel if you approached a potential home with the driveway buried under two feet of snow and the bald headed owner (sporting a magnificent mullet) said “Looks like you’ve got some shoveling to do!”
Other prospective renters may have made a different choice based on individual criteria. I based my choice on which home best suited my needs and, I’m not gonna lie, my choice was also based on wants.
MY NEW HOME
Now that I have that out of the way, let me tell you about my new home! Its beautiful! The inside is so spacious! After living in a residence with four levels and many small rooms and each area separated from another by a wall, the floor plan in this home couldn’t be any more perfect!
Upon entering the front door, to your right is a staircase down to a full basement, unfinished, but perfect for playing or working out when its too cold to be outside.
Forward from the front door, on your left is the door to Kev’s bedroom, which on the floor plan is labeled as the “lifestyle room.” Following that is the door to the bathroom, as big as my current bedroom. In the bathroom are the normal bathroom fixtures, plus a washer and dryer tucked in behind the bathroom door. Wow. Further down a short hallway is my bedroom. Its not particularly large, but certainly larger than my current one. The closet doesn’t look like an afterthought, like the one I’ve got now. Its likely larger than all the closet space in this home combined. My bedroom has a door connecting it to the washroom; never in my entire life have I known such luxury.
Back to the front door; to the right, after the stairs to the basement, is the kitchen, dining area, and living area. The floor plan is open, no walls blocking the view from one area to another. There is a large ‘island’ between the areas which contains the sinks and dishwasher. Dishwasher!! I didn’t even know this place came with a dishwasher, another bonus. I’m not sure how often I will use it, but its there. The fridge is huge and clean and fairly new, the stove is one of those new-fangled flat top stoves. I’m in heaven. I wanted a large kitchen, and I got what I wanted, plus some!! Rather strange, considering I’ve always claimed to hate cooking.
The living area is larger than my entire first floor here which contains kitchen/dining room and living room. A large picture window faces the back yard and beside it is a single door going out onto the deck, where I anticipate placing the barbeque that I am hoping to purchase in the summer.
There is a playground within walking distance, and I’ve been told that there are three RCMP living within a block of my place. I believe its a ten minute walk to shopper’s drug mart, and a fifteen or twenty minute walk to my VBF’s home. A 24-hour gym is also just a ten-minute walk away, but that isn’t as important to me as the others.
The home is relatively new, only two years old, does not have trees in the yard as it is in a new development. That provides me with a clear view to the west which is where most summer storms come from. Perfect photo opportunities!
All in all, I am quite pleased with my choice, especially when I consider some of the other options available. And that will be another post.
Upon entering the front door, to your right is a staircase down to a full basement, unfinished, but perfect for playing or working out when its too cold to be outside.
Forward from the front door, on your left is the door to Kev’s bedroom, which on the floor plan is labeled as the “lifestyle room.” Following that is the door to the bathroom, as big as my current bedroom. In the bathroom are the normal bathroom fixtures, plus a washer and dryer tucked in behind the bathroom door. Wow. Further down a short hallway is my bedroom. Its not particularly large, but certainly larger than my current one. The closet doesn’t look like an afterthought, like the one I’ve got now. Its likely larger than all the closet space in this home combined. My bedroom has a door connecting it to the washroom; never in my entire life have I known such luxury.
Back to the front door; to the right, after the stairs to the basement, is the kitchen, dining area, and living area. The floor plan is open, no walls blocking the view from one area to another. There is a large ‘island’ between the areas which contains the sinks and dishwasher. Dishwasher!! I didn’t even know this place came with a dishwasher, another bonus. I’m not sure how often I will use it, but its there. The fridge is huge and clean and fairly new, the stove is one of those new-fangled flat top stoves. I’m in heaven. I wanted a large kitchen, and I got what I wanted, plus some!! Rather strange, considering I’ve always claimed to hate cooking.
The living area is larger than my entire first floor here which contains kitchen/dining room and living room. A large picture window faces the back yard and beside it is a single door going out onto the deck, where I anticipate placing the barbeque that I am hoping to purchase in the summer.
There is a playground within walking distance, and I’ve been told that there are three RCMP living within a block of my place. I believe its a ten minute walk to shopper’s drug mart, and a fifteen or twenty minute walk to my VBF’s home. A 24-hour gym is also just a ten-minute walk away, but that isn’t as important to me as the others.
The home is relatively new, only two years old, does not have trees in the yard as it is in a new development. That provides me with a clear view to the west which is where most summer storms come from. Perfect photo opportunities!
All in all, I am quite pleased with my choice, especially when I consider some of the other options available. And that will be another post.
SCARED AND WORRIED
As you all may or may not have gathered from previous blogs and/or Facebook, I’ve found a place to live in Steinbach. This has been on my radar since October or November, and I’ve been eagerly waiting for the time day when I could say “we’re moving on such-and-such a date.”
Now that I’ve got a place and we’re moving at the beginning of March, suddenly I’m nervous, worried, scared, and experiencing many other emotions I wasn’t expecting. Since I’ve taken the step of by signing a one year lease and making the initial deposit, my psyche just wants to curl up in the fetal position and suck my thumb. Suddenly I’m not so brave and courageous after all.
The ‘what-ifs’ that never entered my consciousness prior to this are coming out in hordes today. What if I can’t afford the rent? What if I can’t get a job? What if I hate it? What if I’m lonely despite living near friends and family? What if I have unwelcome company every night just because I’m closer to people I know? What if things don’t work out as planned? What if I change my mind?
There are so many ‘what-ifs’, but each has a logical answer. If I can’t afford the rent, when my one year lease is up, I find a cheaper place. Since nurses are always in demand, I’m not too concerned about getting a job in Ste. Anne or Steinbach. If I absolutely hate it, I can move back to the city after a year. If I’m lonely, there’s a good possibility that I’m to blame. After all I have two families now! If I have unwelcome company too often, its time to set limits with the unwanted guests. If things don’t work out, Winnipeg will still have a home for me. If I change my mind, again, I can move back to the city.
Logically, the fears are quite unfounded, but the worrier in me is working overtime today. Damn that worrier! I’m making every attempt to keep myself busy so my brain can’t keep up its continual commentary on what could all possibly go wrong, but thus far, my attempts have been unsuccessful.
Now that I’ve got a place and we’re moving at the beginning of March, suddenly I’m nervous, worried, scared, and experiencing many other emotions I wasn’t expecting. Since I’ve taken the step of by signing a one year lease and making the initial deposit, my psyche just wants to curl up in the fetal position and suck my thumb. Suddenly I’m not so brave and courageous after all.
The ‘what-ifs’ that never entered my consciousness prior to this are coming out in hordes today. What if I can’t afford the rent? What if I can’t get a job? What if I hate it? What if I’m lonely despite living near friends and family? What if I have unwelcome company every night just because I’m closer to people I know? What if things don’t work out as planned? What if I change my mind?
There are so many ‘what-ifs’, but each has a logical answer. If I can’t afford the rent, when my one year lease is up, I find a cheaper place. Since nurses are always in demand, I’m not too concerned about getting a job in Ste. Anne or Steinbach. If I absolutely hate it, I can move back to the city after a year. If I’m lonely, there’s a good possibility that I’m to blame. After all I have two families now! If I have unwelcome company too often, its time to set limits with the unwanted guests. If things don’t work out, Winnipeg will still have a home for me. If I change my mind, again, I can move back to the city.
Logically, the fears are quite unfounded, but the worrier in me is working overtime today. Damn that worrier! I’m making every attempt to keep myself busy so my brain can’t keep up its continual commentary on what could all possibly go wrong, but thus far, my attempts have been unsuccessful.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Quick Post . . .
Hey, just letting you all know I haven't left the blogging world, I'm just stuck without internet access. Apparently I used up 500 MB on my Roger's contract this month. And the guys I bought my phone from said it wasn't physically possible to use that much in a billing cycle. Ha!!
So some super-quick updates:
Jen is still in Quebec and is doing very well and is happy there. We talk only when she wants to talk.
Kev has asthma, and now it appears I do as well. My doctor says there is no such thing as adult onset asthma but there is a small chance that he may be incorrect. Yes, I am a nurse and I am saying that a doctor may be incorrect. Doctors are not infallible, you know. Nor are nurses, for that matter.
Princess is still looking for a home; he is on a waiting list for a no-kill animal shelter on Portage Avenue. And its gonna cost me a small fortune to 'give' him to the shelter.
And the best update is that we have found a place to live in Steinbach and will be moving shortly after March 1. Likely the following weekend on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. We would move earlier, but I think I am working that week. Only four more weeks to go!!
Those are my updates.
I am at work right now, more than halfway through a night shift, almost time for break now, and then it'll be time to go home.
Rachel is at my place, sleeping on a mattress on the living room floor. If she hadn't so kindly agreeed to do this, Kev would be sleeping at the babysitter's place. And, not that its a bad thing for him to sleep there, but I just think that its better for him to sleep at home as much as possible, and to have his life disrupted by my crazy-ass work schedule as little as possible.
Kev and I were out in the country to look at houses and visit everyone yesterday. The best time was when we had supper at Orlando and Luanna's. I can't remember when I've laughed so hard and so often. The funniest thing was when Kev was putting farmer sausage in Great-Grandma's tea. I thought I might wet my pants from laughing so hard. And she just calmly fished it out and gave it back to him. The conversation around the table was nearly as colorful as some of the conversations we have at work sometimes. Fun times.
Anyhow, back to work.
So some super-quick updates:
Jen is still in Quebec and is doing very well and is happy there. We talk only when she wants to talk.
Kev has asthma, and now it appears I do as well. My doctor says there is no such thing as adult onset asthma but there is a small chance that he may be incorrect. Yes, I am a nurse and I am saying that a doctor may be incorrect. Doctors are not infallible, you know. Nor are nurses, for that matter.
Princess is still looking for a home; he is on a waiting list for a no-kill animal shelter on Portage Avenue. And its gonna cost me a small fortune to 'give' him to the shelter.
And the best update is that we have found a place to live in Steinbach and will be moving shortly after March 1. Likely the following weekend on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. We would move earlier, but I think I am working that week. Only four more weeks to go!!
Those are my updates.
I am at work right now, more than halfway through a night shift, almost time for break now, and then it'll be time to go home.
Rachel is at my place, sleeping on a mattress on the living room floor. If she hadn't so kindly agreeed to do this, Kev would be sleeping at the babysitter's place. And, not that its a bad thing for him to sleep there, but I just think that its better for him to sleep at home as much as possible, and to have his life disrupted by my crazy-ass work schedule as little as possible.
Kev and I were out in the country to look at houses and visit everyone yesterday. The best time was when we had supper at Orlando and Luanna's. I can't remember when I've laughed so hard and so often. The funniest thing was when Kev was putting farmer sausage in Great-Grandma's tea. I thought I might wet my pants from laughing so hard. And she just calmly fished it out and gave it back to him. The conversation around the table was nearly as colorful as some of the conversations we have at work sometimes. Fun times.
Anyhow, back to work.
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