Sweet Saturday Morning

Well, I just want to start out saying that single parents deserve some major props.  Erich typically travels (for work) most of the month of March and this year it was definitely different.  The stress of dropping off and picking up Andrew on time, all the while working at a crazy busy hospital really caught up to me.  I swear, Mercy Hospital has had a full moon shining over it every night for the last 4 weeks or so.  If you don't work in healthcare... you may not know that all the crazies come in when there is a full moon.  Not only have the crazies shown up, but they are SICK crazies.  The cardiology service has been sooo busy lately that 12 hour days are becoming the norm for me.  Im so overwhelmed there that I am thinking of patients even while trying to sleep at night.  I thought a 6 month old would keep you up at night. Nope, Andrew has the hang of sleeping through the night THANK THE LORD.  Instead of a cute baby keeping me up, my mind is racing with the crazies.  When I first started working there, I could sometimes get home in time to catch the last part of Oprah (miss her show by the way).  Now, I'm lucky if I can get home in time for Modern Family.  Even if I'm home in time to watch it...chances are I'm passed out on the couch with my mouth wide open catching flies.  It's very attractive.  How do I know it's attractive? Because I occasionally wake up to the sound of a text message, only to open it and see that Erich had whipped out his iPhone camera to document such beauty.  

Work has been a challenge to say the least, but it sucks way worse when Erich is gone.
When you finally get home, its definitely nice to have some back up when this:

.....turns into this:

Don't worry little Andrew, I felt the same way this morning...
Saturday mornings are usually my favorite time of the week.  You are in a good mood because you got to sleep in (or at least lay in bed longer than you do during the week)...and then you get up and realize you have the WHOLE weekend ahead of you.  You are at the farthest point away from the dreaded Sunday Blues.

...Well this morning was totally a bitch.  First, I woke up and realized I still had to finish some dictations on a few patients. That meant I had to get this done before Andrew woke up because I'm sure the transcriptionist doesn't need to hear a 6 month old squealing in the background.  So here I am... up early - for work.    Then the crappiness continued.  I pull out my Mercy laptop and realize I needed my home internet password.. which is like 2938331 characters long and written on some piece of paper that I have no clue where it is located.  Seriously Fios, can't it be simple like my dogs name or something?
          So I proceed to call Erich (yes i dont care that it is early because he is in Florida), because I know he has it on his phone.  (As mentioned above, he documents everything by taking pictures on his phone..but I bet you 10 bucks he has no idea to get the photos on the computer to save them)....its ringing and ringing and ringing.  No answer.  Its 730 and I am up, after already feeding the baby at 630 and getting him back to sleep...and Erich is not answering his phone.
Then I start fuming.. Here he is in Florida, sleeping right through the phone ringer, and I am at home in Maryland on a rainy day looking for an internet password, for work purposes, on my dear saturday morning.  So then i call again, and again and again.  I think I called 5 straight times (probly more like 10 times) and each time I got more and more pissed off.  Then i sent him a text "I need you to call me as soon as possible" hoping he would at least get nervous or worry or something ...just to make me feel better (I know that is a bitchy thing to do).  But that didn't work... he called me back about 30 min later without the slightest bit of concern in his voice...after I had already found the damn little paper and finished the dictations.

Finding that paper was kind of like finding a needle in a haystack.  I have this tendency to put papers I want to save in this tupperware bin.  This includes coupons, that are guaranteed to expire before I ever even remember I have them.  Also in this bin are recipes that I rip out of Rachel Ray or Good Housekeeping.  I don't even cook. At all.  ... but I have so much confidence that one day I will become adventurous in the kitchen and need all of those recipes.  I guess that's what Pinterest is for... an electronic collection of my favorite recipes that I'll never ever attempt.

And so my wonderful morning continued... as I was searching through the important papers bin, I found two Similac 5 Dollar checks expiring 3/23.  Thats 10 dollars off a 20+ dollar jar of formula.  So then I got excited that I found them on the exact day they were expiring and I could make a run to Target.  For once I was victorious over the coupon bin.   I get to Target, hand the coupons to the lady (after justifying each item I placed in the cart (a pair of shoes, a bathing suit cover up, a teether for Andrew, etc.) with the fact I had 10 dollars off the formula....

And BAM, she says "mam these expired yesterday".  Yep, today is 3/24 not 3/23.  Grrreaaaat, my life is such a $hitshow i dont even know what freakin day it is.  Well, I think the lady could read my face, and just smiled, put them in her little drawerm and said "its ok, I'll pretend I didn't see the date".  I hope karma serves that lady very well.