Double Drat!

So, to catch you all up - Justin had surgery on his shoulder at the beginning of October and hasn't been back to work since. Aside from the first couple weeks when he couldn't do much, we've been having a great time hanging out, getting some work done and doing fun things together as a family. He reminded me today that the last time he went to work was September 28th - or something crazy like that.

Justin's a firefighter and works about 9 (or less) shifts a month. He works a couple hours away which works for us since he works long shifts. We love it - he gets paid according to the cost of living in a big city, works for a great established department and we get to live in a quaint little rural town. It's great.

Unfortunately, though, his shoulder is not quite healed yet and his sick leave is running out. We discussed the possibility of him using some of his vacation days but in the end decided it would be better for him to go back to work a little earlier on light duty. Now that I think about it, that may have been the only option the department gave him but it actually works out better for us... in the long run.

In the short run it means that Justin has to go back to work tomorrow - 2 hours away - for 8 hour shifts. Blech!!! So I'm going from having him home ALL the time, to having him home NONE of the time. I'm in a surprisingly bad mood about it. And does anyone else do this? I'm sad about him going back to work and I almost feel mad at him for it. It's not his fault. He doesn't want to be gone any more than I want him to be gone. In fact, he specifically told me that he's going to drive home every night because he wants to be able to kiss the kids goodnight and at least be able to sleep in the same bed with me. He said if he stayed at his sister's house he'd just be sitting there bored, by himself for a few hours every night when he could at least see us even if it's only for a few moments. Isn't he great? He really is such a wonderful husband.

And, to top it all off, this is going to be the busiest week I've had in a long while. Wednesday both the kids have a doctor's appointment. I have to miss BSF for that which is sort of ok since it will be one less thing for me to do - and I don't have anyone to watch Adia anyway. Friday night my instructors and I are having a Friends and Family night at Jazzercise - so I'll be running around getting food and prizes and making general preparations for that all week. And if I really wanted to - I was invited to a home party and a baby shower this week which I'm going to opt out on. Saturday? One pumpkin cheesecake, two pumpkin pies and one apple pie for Thanksgiving with Justin's family on Sunday. And I really should put together a new set to teach, my students are getting tired of my current songs.

One day at a time.

And finally, I couldn't believe what happened today. I had an appointment with the "woman" doctor. I've been waiting and waiting for this appointment since I was overdue and also wanted to talk to her a bit about fertility treatment - you know, since Justin's grandparents have offered to "pay for the fertilization" and all. Another long story but I had surgery last year and never made it to my post-op appointment in the middle of the craziness of adopting Adia. So, lots to catch up on. Anyway, I'm sitting there, robe on, sheet over my lap and from the next room I can hear my doctor explaining to another patient that she got a labor and delivery call from the hospital and had to leave. No!!! I am so bad at making appointments - it will probably be months before I get back in there.

Oh well, I'm really not that excited about being pregnant. It can wait a little bit longer. Seriously. I've been hearing so many bad pregnancy stories lately. I'm perfectly content to watch the babies come out, have them handed to me and walk out of the hospital in my same jeans. It's worked brilliantly for me twice already. I am SO not being sarcastic here. It's true. Just ask Amy.

Ramble, ramble, ramble....



I just went back and re-read that post. I guess I really needed to vent about some stuff! Now I can go to sleep.