Sunday, February 26, 2006

I thought weekends are supposed to be off from work!

It's been a crazy week, the boss was on vacation and me and Janel had to try to hold down the fort for the week. As I said try. Anything that could go wrong always does and you have to expect it will be in threes. Oh well, life goes on.

Thursday night after darts, I peeked into Forrest's room and found him crying. When I asked why he was crying, his response was," I don't know." Then I asked him again why he was crying, and his response this time was, " I miss mama." What a heart felt dip I took on that one. The little man put me in tears with that one. He still has not got used to me working outside the house and it has been over a year now that I have been working away from home. Although I have been gone all week covering for my boss being gone and on top of that, I have not had any shifts at home to do in two months. The lull is coming to an end. I did next months schedule and I am losing a nurse and another is on vacation. Back to working full time at home and at my other job.

Last night I had a shift with Forrest and after I was done with all his cares, I turned him to his side and got him all tucked in. I thought he was sleeping and the next nurse had come in. The next nurse has been trying to teach Forrest Spanish at night. I hear over the intercom "How do you say pretty?", and the nurse's response was "Bonita". Then I hear Forrest say," I don't know how to say that." I was not sure what he was asking the nurse, but I went into his room in the dark and Forrest must of thought I was the nurse. He started saying something in Spanish to me, (but I ain't got a clue)(was married to a Mexican for 13 years and still can't speak a lick of it), and when I said, " I don't know honey," Forrest must of realized it was me and started to pretend to snore. (Like he was going to fool mom about sleeping) I asked him, "I thought you were supposed to be sleeping right now?" He continued to pretend to snore. When I walked out of his room and the nurse walked into his room, over the intercom I hear Forrest trying to say something in Spanish to the nurse again!!!!! The little turd.

Trying to catch up on laundry, nothing new here except that I started a fire in my dryer and this requires me to haul everything to the laundrymatt. Boy, gotta love that. Do you think I could get anyone to help me with this. Big joke. I just stopped washing their clothes and then it makes less for me to haul. I get a few comments that are like, have you seen any clean underware for me? My response is usually, NOPE. (hehehehe) He thinks he has me pegged because he will say something like, I thought you just washed clothes, and my response is, I did, but I did Forrest's, not ours. Then I get the big OOOOOOOOHHHHH. It's not fair, I know it, but I really don't give a hoot anymore. As long as I have clean underware and scrubs, I don't care.

It reminds me of a funny little story of last week. Mike asked me if I knew where any clean underware are of his after he got out of the shower. This was after he spent the weekend ice fishing with the guys. He's sitting in a towel and we needed to go some where. I told him I thought there was a pair in the clothes basket with the clean clothes, but I could not find any. Well what happened was I spent all day washing all of our clothes up and I washed all the underware, but he was supposed to be helping me dry them at the laundrymatt and all of his underware were wet and waiting to be dried. I went down to the basement to see if there were any spare pair floating around that were clean. All I could find was a small pair of the little boy underoos,(spiderman or superman). I put them in my pocket and then found a pair of the older boys boxers. (Little tip, Mike does not wear boxers). Got upstairs and he asked if I found any and I said yep, then I threw the underoos to him and started laughing. I said it's that or comando you have to go. He said, it's not safe to go comando when you are a guy. I said then wrap up the boys with the underoos and let's get going. The look on his face made me fall down while I was laughing. So then I gave him a pair of the boxers and we went to finish the laundry. Got home and asked him what underwear he used, and he said he tried the underoos, but they just cut the circulation to his legs off so he wore the boxers. I can just see him trying those babies on after I left the room.(hehehehehehehe) Gotta have humor, or you don't have nothing in a relationship.

Well, gotta go and do more laundry. I will be back soon

Love,

Me

Posted by Neaker Girl :: 2/26/2006 08:42:00 AM :: 2 comments

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