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Work. Tired. Raymond.
May. 24th, 2005 09:22 pmTwo more ICU calls.
Four more days this week, two days off, then three more days. Then it's on to the NICU for my last four weeks of badness, and then a better schedule for six weeks and then done.
Whew.
Lately, I've been fatigued enough that when I came staggering home, I fell into bed and if Mrissa hadn't called me at 5, the daycare would have been calling CPS at 6 when I hadn't showed up.
(There's something wrong with my verb syntax there.)
Mike is watching Everybody Loves Raymond.
I hate Everybody Loves Raymond.
I don't think there's much else to say, other than a Mommy Robin update: she never came back to her nest.
Four more days this week, two days off, then three more days. Then it's on to the NICU for my last four weeks of badness, and then a better schedule for six weeks and then done.
Whew.
Lately, I've been fatigued enough that when I came staggering home, I fell into bed and if Mrissa hadn't called me at 5, the daycare would have been calling CPS at 6 when I hadn't showed up.
(There's something wrong with my verb syntax there.)
Mike is watching Everybody Loves Raymond.
I hate Everybody Loves Raymond.
I don't think there's much else to say, other than a Mommy Robin update: she never came back to her nest.
