at least Phoebe can say she comes by her resting bitchy face honestly because ... Apple, meet your mother, Tree.
No shame in my grainy selfie shame today. No shame ever, come to think of it.
Diatribe time.
+ Sebastian just confessed, "my pee fell in my shoe!!" then grabbed the plunger to clean it up because mops are extinct around here and day one of potty training is going swimmingly for him. Forgive it! The pun slipped out. Day two will commence sometime in November or December.
+ I let Theo sit in the sink after he enthusiastically nodded in agreement when I said, "but you have to promise not to turn on the water, okay?!" Mothersucker, thy name is Grace.
+ Julia has worriedly confirmed that, "Simon isn't sleeping at work, right?!" multiple times this afternoon because her mom has been a lot of fun today. Don't worry, he's not! Look out for the rapidly approaching "holiday" weekend though .... it's ALL merriment and mom all the time, Little J, because Simon's got a hospital call room with his name all over it. TGIF-bomb. Can't wait.
+ Every four weeks Simon switches rotations and this week he started on a rotation where he gets home an hour later than the previous four weeks and while it's no night float and I should count my lucky minutes for that ... do you know what happens during that extra hour? Time stands very still. And then .... Meltdowns-R-Us. All five of us.
+ And on the fourth evening of the first week I decided to blog about it, whine about it, and talk about it too. Solidarity, I know you're out there and I find comfort in you. And my poetry skillz.
Happy almost Labor Day weekend.
It's coming for you, folks.
It's coming real soon.
Even in our household of non-working, non-minor people, schedules are what make us feel secure and human. One extra hour in the daytime schedule would disrupt my fragile grasp of sanity.'.
ReplyDeleteWitching hour(s) suck. Rotation-daylight-savings time = not acceptable.
ReplyDeleteHa! I know. Good thing we switch it up every 4 weeks to keep us on our toes!!
DeleteNOOOOO! Call weekends are not supposed to be on holiday weekends. Bad hospital rotation BAD!! My heart goes out to you my friend. I will be thinking of you as I change the sheets from Miss Courtney's lovely antibiotic excrement and send up a prayer or three during out 2 a.m. bonding session. Hugs my friend. You can do this!! I know it!!
ReplyDeleteLob alert. Love it!
ReplyDeleteHaha. Thx Kate!
DeleteWe own a retail business and I totally get your "holiday" weekend. While everyone else gushes about cookouts and three day weekends and their happy little photos pop up on Instagram, I'll be enjoying my non-weekend and quietly thinking ungrateful thoughts about the people who will shop for vitamins on Labor Day, making it necessary for our store to be open. :) Although the anticipation is always worse than the actual experience and it's never THAT bad...
ReplyDeleteSee! Solidarity!!! Yes, the anticipation is SO much worse! Although Thanksgiving and Christmas days are always rough! but these three day weekends definitely are doable! Hope yours ends up being okay!!
DeleteDo you listen to Elvis Duran? (Bitchy resting face!)
ReplyDeleteno but off to Google :)
DeleteI can agree that one extra hour at work is torture. My husbands shifts are usually twelves, but then they occasionally do a few months of tens, which are bliss, and when they go back to twelves I feel like dieting. 2 hours never felt so long. Right now are tens :)
ReplyDeleteGrace: laughing, crying, wish I lived closer so I could park my kids in the stroller (keep the straps on) in your yard and they could watch your kids meltdown and yours could watch mine. Then we could jostle the babies in their carriers, jamming our pinkies in their mouths and eat chocolate. Anthony has been workin long hours lately 14+ and I want to die.
ReplyDeleteSolidarity! Charlie is on-call this week and because of the holiday its an eight day run this go around, yay!
ReplyDeleteMany hugs!
YES exactly. working through the weekend just makes it a 12 day .... shift? with an overnight thrown in the mix too. we'll be done one day!!! i think :)
DeleteSolidarity. Husband is working 12+ hour shifts and sometimes doesn't even see the kidlet all day.
ReplyDeleteDeployments will be a downright pleasure-fest.
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why I shouldn't be allowed to blog: Deployment is one hundred times worse, I'm sure. Shame on me! :(
DeleteThat is more than six inches!!
ReplyDeleteI have a horrible case of bitchy resting face. I'm reminded of it every time I pull out my cell phone camera and my daughter as turned it to take a selfie and forget to switch it back. I always think, "who's that ugly lady in my living room"? And then I realize, oh, it's me.
ReplyDeleteHope the weekend isn't as horrible as you are predicting.
hahah I totally get the phone thing!
DeleteOh, it will be fine! You know me ... just a baby :)
You make me laugh. I love what you write about and they way you write it. Good luck on your solo weekend. Hang in there.
ReplyDeletehaha thanks!!! I think I'll survive .... just fine. drama, always ;)
DeleteHoly crap I am so glad I found your blog! My husband is about to go to Med school, I am the bread winner with a teachers salary, and we just had our first child... looking for the light at the end of this crazy long tunnel ;-/ And apparently your blog is going to help me through it! Haha just kidding
ReplyDeleteHa! Steer clear for a few more years ;)
DeleteI love your blog. We are only 3 months into intern year with one baby, but I'm already looking forward (sarcasm) to lonely holidays (like Christmas!). Sisterhood of medical widows unite.
ReplyDeleteLaw school widow with two babies over here :) Love your keepin it real posts, its evident you adore your babies but as all moms know, love doesn't stop the cray train from rollin' in from time to time! ;) Just keep on keepin on mama, you're amazing. :)
ReplyDeleteOh Grace, this too shall pass! I do have one piece of advice for potty training a boy, make it fun. I used Cheerios to help me with my son (after the 5th useless attempt in two years to teach him). I would toss Cheerios in the toilet and have him aim for them. It became a game and he learned it no time!
ReplyDeleteThat extra hour. There is just nothing like an unplanned (because I forgot the plans) additional hour in the evening. The worst! Sometimes I put the girls to bed extremely early when I know Joe is going to be just a little bit late.
ReplyDeleteYou rock Grace! This entry made my night :)
ReplyDeleteDoes it help if I tell you your haircut looks FANTASTIC?! Probably not too much. I have been where you are, although my children were more spread out in age than yours. My husband would go on two-week codels to foreign lands and be wined and dined for two weeks at a time while I was home with the four or five (depending on the year) kids by myself. It totally sucked. You will be in my prayers, too.
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