Thursday, September 27, 2012
Life is hard sometimes
From two days ago: After doing homework last night, I was able to get two 2 hour chunks of sleep last night (had to nurse Amelia), I have been up for 12.5 hours, 8 hours of that was clinical, and I have so much studying and homework to do still before I can rest. Plus I need to help Elisabeth with homework and bathe the kids and try to help with housework before bed. I hope I can convince my body to get through this week. I'm afraid it might just give out before then though... I'd write more but I have to go get some studying done.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
September 11th - it's not all about me
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year ago today I found out I was pregnant with baby #3, 2 years ago
today I found out I got accepted into nursing school, 4 years ago today
my family adopted my little sister,
and 27 years ago I was born. But 11 years ago our country was attacked and we had an
opportunity to grow or crumble.
“The world breaks everyone and afterwards many are
strong at the broken places.”
— Ernest Hemingway
I will forever
spend September 11 remembering how strong our country can be. Let's
remember our troops STILL fighting 11 years later.... and pray for their
emotional, spiritual and physical health."
Today may be special in my books, but life can not stand still to celebrate the birth of me. I still had clinical to attend. However, we had a location change from the hospital to the prison. Well okay, not the prison, although I like that term better for dramatic effect. It was technically a jail or I guess even more technically- a correctional facility. Since the correctional facility didn't want to give us a tour before the sun rose, we started a little later than usual clinical days. Which meant that I was able to get my children ready and take them to school. I cherish each "mom thing" I get to do with them since these days I spend most of my time doing "student" things. (I wish I could be doing "wife" things to be honest!) It was fun to walk with my little munchkins to school. But anyway, we went and toured the correctional facility, jail, prison, whatever you want to call it. The nurse gave us an in depth look at nursing in a correctional facility. To be honest I was a little scared at first. I had these images of us all walking around in our totally hot scrubs (not) and the guys all cat-calling after us. This was not the case. they did stare, but there were not any cat calls. It was actually very thought provoking for me. I personally feel that our correctional facilities are way over done. I feel that if our troops are serving in harsher conditions than our criminals something is wrong. But I do think that they should have access to decent medical care.
Speaking of our troops: while I completely support the war efforts (11 years and counting), I personally need the phone number to the General or someone otherwise super important because I need my husband to come home: our house is literally falling apart while he is away.
Last week I discovered my fridge was broken. We have to wait two weeks
for the part to come in. This week... now it's leaking all over our floor, I
don't know why because it has nothing to do with the part that is
broken that we're waiting for. Now I just found the
pipes are leaking under my kitchen sink. There was a flat tire on hubby's F-150 when I went to take my Durango in the shop but his air
compressor is not working either now so I couldn't fill it. My Durango
just got out of the shop last week thankfully. Today I go to take our Taurus in to
CarMax to sell it and that battery is dead. I go to use the jumper
cables and they are rusted to the point of not being able to work. Oh
our vacuum broke three weeks ago AND last but not least the Wii broke.
I couldn't care less about the Wii, but still... I've tried my hardest to keep up with all the repairs and attempting to
fix things myself, but I just can't do it because they are happening too
fast. This is what husbands are for.
HOWEVER.... Our house may be
falling apart but our family isn't! I will forever be happy about that! I have an amazing husband, who even when serving our country across the world, always think of us first. We have a better marriage than I ever dreamed possible. We've had some pretty low lows but yet we've been able to work together to become stronger and happier than ever. I love my husband so much, I love how he loves our children and I love how he loves me. I think we should make more babies. We're pretty good at it. And we are blessed with darn amazing kids, so why not?
1
year ago today I found out I was pregnant with baby #3, 2 years ago
today I found out I got accepted into nursing school, 4 years ago today
my family adopted my little sister,
and 27 years ago I was born. But 11 years ago our country was attacked and we had an
opportunity to grow or crumble.
“The world breaks everyone and afterwards many are
strong at the broken places.”
— Ernest Hemingway
I will forever spend September 11 remembering how strong our country can be. Let's remember our troops STILL fighting 11 years later.... and pray for their emotional, spiritual and physical health."
Today may be special in my books, but life can not stand still to celebrate the birth of me. I still had clinical to attend. However, we had a location change from the hospital to the prison. Well okay, not the prison, although I like that term better for dramatic effect. It was technically a jail or I guess even more technically- a correctional facility. Since the correctional facility didn't want to give us a tour before the sun rose, we started a little later than usual clinical days. Which meant that I was able to get my children ready and take them to school. I cherish each "mom thing" I get to do with them since these days I spend most of my time doing "student" things. (I wish I could be doing "wife" things to be honest!) It was fun to walk with my little munchkins to school. But anyway, we went and toured the correctional facility, jail, prison, whatever you want to call it. The nurse gave us an in depth look at nursing in a correctional facility. To be honest I was a little scared at first. I had these images of us all walking around in our totally hot scrubs (not) and the guys all cat-calling after us. This was not the case. they did stare, but there were not any cat calls. It was actually very thought provoking for me. I personally feel that our correctional facilities are way over done. I feel that if our troops are serving in harsher conditions than our criminals something is wrong. But I do think that they should have access to decent medical care.
Speaking of our troops: while I completely support the war efforts (11 years and counting), I personally need the phone number to the General or someone otherwise super important because I need my husband to come home: our house is literally falling apart while he is away.
Last week I discovered my fridge was broken. We have to wait two weeks
for the part to come in. This week... now it's leaking all over our floor, I
don't know why because it has nothing to do with the part that is
broken that we're waiting for. Now I just found the
pipes are leaking under my kitchen sink. There was a flat tire on hubby's F-150 when I went to take my Durango in the shop but his air
compressor is not working either now so I couldn't fill it. My Durango
just got out of the shop last week thankfully. Today I go to take our Taurus in to
CarMax to sell it and that battery is dead. I go to use the jumper
cables and they are rusted to the point of not being able to work. Oh
our vacuum broke three weeks ago AND last but not least the Wii broke.
I couldn't care less about the Wii, but still... I've tried my hardest to keep up with all the repairs and attempting to
fix things myself, but I just can't do it because they are happening too
fast. This is what husbands are for. HOWEVER.... Our house may be
falling apart but our family isn't! I will forever be happy about that! I have an amazing husband, who even when serving our country across the world, always think of us first. We have a better marriage than I ever dreamed possible. We've had some pretty low lows but yet we've been able to work together to become stronger and happier than ever. I love my husband so much, I love how he loves our children and I love how he loves me. I think we should make more babies. We're pretty good at it. And we are blessed with darn amazing kids, so why not?
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