Late Night Rambles

I was sifting through the hundreds of photographs that are trapped in these tiny electronic folders on my computer, because it just seems like an injustice to keep them trapped away in there. I almost got overwhelmed because I have gone to the polar end of the spectrum and instead rarely taken pictures, I have nearly documented every waking moment of my life for the past 2 weeks, with the exception of work of course. I don't think the patients in the ICU would appreciate making an appearance on my blog, and I don't think the people regulating HIPPA would appreciate it either.

So I'm going through pool pictures, sorting folders of my mother in law and her grand babies all under one roof and the way her face lit up (I'm super excited to share those as soon as I can!), and one of our many many trips to get ice cream, when... I came across this photo:

I'd like to title it, "Keep up all the hard work, Mom."

Corny, I know, but I have been working a lot and picking up as many shifts at the hospital as I can to help take care of my family since my Husband was laid off and to save money for the nonrefundable trip I booked to Japan before the layoff happened. I have never minded working and have been since I was 14. I bussed tables, under the table at a restaurant and have been working ever since, but working full time currently,  and some weeks even overtime, well... it just sucks.

Wahh says this spoiled mom that is used to working part time and soaking up all the babiness and toddlerness that her girls have left. I have to say although I miss my girls terribly and text my husband asking him to send me pictures of what they are doing throughout my work day, it does feel really good to be able to support my family financially and I really do enjoy being at the hospital. I just wish there was someway where I could work, but not miss out on any of my girls' lives. Would someone just invent a time machine or something, already? I mean, Back to the Future came out in the 80s, you would think someone would have brought fruit to that idea by now...

I digress.

So in trying to convince myself that I am a, glass half full kind of gal, I know things will all fall into place the exact way that they should. I don't want to get too excited, but Hub has an interview tomorrow morning and has already had a few calls back from places that he's applied.

In the mean time I'll be looking at this really cute, pudgy, year and half old thumbs up.