This past month has been bananas.

First and foremost, I want to say that I think full-time working moms are superheroes. The week after Q peed on my glasses, I continued with a full work week covering more vacations. At the end of that second week, I was ridiculously behind on laundry and housework. Then, I ended up with strep throat and got even more behind. The moms who can do all these things and not end up behind are superstars. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so exhausted in my life.

Since CJ has left his full-time job and is trying to break into his freelance career (chrisbatdorf.com), this week has been busy as well. Until he gets up a steady stream of clients, I’ve been accepting all offers to fill in at work, covering call-ins and whatnot.

Besides still trying to catch up at home, it really just hasn’t been my week at work. Wednesday night was the culmination of my recent bout of luck. I had forgotten my dinner at home, so CJ had to pack up the kids and bring me some. He made me an amazing looking salad with grilled chicken. Once I got the chance to, I added the dressing, put the lid back on and began to shake it. It promptly exploded all over my lap, my desk, and the floor. The nurse working with me and the security officer who saw, both panicked. The nurse began running in little circles asking what he could do. The security officer immediately yelled, “wet paper towels” and ran off for the bathroom to get some. They both awkwardly watched me clean myself and my area, unsure whether they could help or not.

Once all was cleaned, and I was as clean as salad dressing would allow on black scrubs, the volunteer came up to the desk and made a comment about how the area now smelled like Caesar. At that point, the nurse and guard totally lost. I’m honestly surprised it took them as long as it did before they started laughing.

A laugh was a great way to end the week, though. And I’m glad for once that I don’t have to work the weekend. I can’t wait to spend some much needed time with my babies. And my washing machine.  🙂

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Observation

No matter your own personal opinion on the matter, society seems preoccupied with the use of contraceptives.

After EM was born, my nurse asked about my birth control plan. When I called to make my six week appointment, the secretary asked what type of birth control I wished to discuss with my doctor so she could make a note in my chart. When I got to my appointment, the nurse who did my vitals asked me again about my birth control choice, giving her own opinions on the matter. When I told all these women that I would not be choosing a birth control method – as I have never had one and what CJ and I do seems to work out fine – I was informed I had to be on some form of contraception and to just talk to my doctor about it.

Thankfully, my doctor was the only one who did not push me. She said the choice was my own and no one could force me to be on something I was not interested in. Since she seemed so open-minded about it, I made sure she was aware of the pressures her staff had been putting on me. I mean, one nurse had even gone so far as to tell me that if I refused birth control, my husband HAD to get a vasectomy. I was so blown away by this. Honestly, my choices are none of her business; and then to assume she could tell me what my husband HAD to do. Ha.

I have my own reasons for not using hormonal contraceptives just as other women have their own reasons for using them. I just feel that something should not be forced on others (especially by figures in authority) simply because it has come to be viewed as a societal norm.

Surprised…NOT

A few years ago, when I first began this blog and then abandoned it, I had written about the child care I worked at. If was affliated with a hospital. The higher-ups at said hospital decided that the child care was no longer making the amount of money they wanted it to, so they closed it. The kicker – other local child cares knew what was happening before we did because they had been informed of a possible influx of children.

I am now employed at the same hospital on a part-time basis and really rely on this position.

Yesterday, CJ called me from work. His co-worker had come into his office with the newspaper. She wanted to know why he had not told her that the hospital where his wife worked is closing. He had no idea what she was talking about. He looked up the article himself and then called me. This is how I found out that I am most likely going to lose my job if the hospital cannot restructure into an urgent care. Even then, the evening shift would not be the same, if it even was eight hours.

Lots of my other co-workers found out about the closure on the news. Absolutely none of the “average” staff were told ahead of time. Doctors, nurses, registrars, NO ONE. The only people informed ahead of time were the members of the board who sat in and made this decision.

Back to the drawing board to find new employment. I do not think I will be able to find anything that is so flexible with finding a sitter for MJ before CJ gets home and is so close to our house.

I was schocked about the closure, but not really about the way the hospital handled it. I mean, that was the same way that they had handled closing the child care, so…

Here is to speedily finding something to help with the fact that we just bought our home and really need to be able to make our mortgage payments :/