Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Marital Conversations

WORKING: I have two quizzes tomorrow! Two!
TREV: Oh that sucks.
WORKING: It's totally unfair the way they want us to prepare so much.
TREV: Yeah, why won't they just let you walk in and be nurses already?

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TREV: (from the kitchen) So you want that ham soup for supper?
WORKING: (from the dining room) Yeah, I defrosted some. It's in the fridge.
TREV: You mean this stuff here in the plastic container?
TREV: That's not ham soup.
WORKING: What is it, then?
TREV: I don't know. Something really, really old, probably.
WORKING: Oh. Then I guess throw it out?
TREV: But it kind of smells okay...
WORKING: Wanna give it a go?
TREV: Sure. Ooh, it has lentils! I'll make basmati.

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Monday, October 18, 2010

Marital Conversations

WORKING: I had a dream I went to the wrong class. I guess it's not that weird since it actually happens pretty much every week.
TREV: Yeah, your dreams are more like reminders.

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Mac puts my headband on his head, upside down so it sits like a crown.
TREV: You look like a prince. Like Hamlet. A sad little Dane.

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Saturday, October 16, 2010

Marital Conversations

WORKING: (sings) I am a paleontologist! That's who I am! That's who I--
TREV: Oh god, you're not changing your major, are you? Cuz I don't think I can handle anymore and you're only half done as it is (holds onto the counter for support).
WORKING: uh...?
TREV: I'm sorry, did I say that out loud? I meant to keep that shoved deep down in my heart attack place.

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Friday, October 15, 2010

Oh! Hello there!

Whoops! Did I forget to post? My apologies. So let's catch up:

- I did pass that Anatomy final after all. I got a C+. Certainly not stellar, but healthy enough to stride boldly forward into my sparkly future as a Year Two Student of Nursing. And now that the pressure's off, I'm actually improving my grasp of the subject as I insert catheters and IV's and apply bandages. So not to worry; I'm sure I'm at least a B- by now.

- Our basement is framed. We are mere months away from getting a much needed secondary source of income which is great because, frankly, I'm costing us a lot. It was probably not a great time to spend a butt load on new windows for the entire house, but we had to spend the money now or lose the EnerGuide rebate. Plus our windows were from 1946. Plus many of the panes were broken. It was either get new windows or put Mac to bed in his snowsuit.

- Unfortunately the new windows are ugly. It's a long story and I won't go into too much detail except to say that after the house cleaning fiasco, the daycare fiasco, and now the window fiasco, I remove myself from all future hiring decisions. I clearly suck at it.

- Oh, I guess I didn't tell you about the daycare fiasco, either? Mac attended three different daycares in as many weeks; the original "bad" home-based daycare, an interim home-based daycare, and the current daycare. It got to the point that we'd stop by a friends' house for coffee and he would start to panic because he thought we were dropping him off at yet another one. I absentmindedly kissed him as we were leaving our friends' house and sent him into hysterics. We have since been accepted into a government-run daycare and they seem to like Mac so he's not moving again. (knock on wood)

- He goes part time. Between Trevor and I it's rare that he has to go for a full day. I could probably use more study time but he is so super cool right now. He is such a determined, spirited, funny 15 month-old and we've already noticed how bloody fast this is all going by. We both just want to be with him as much as possible before he doesn't want to (or need to) hang out with us.

- That said, he can also be a tantrum-throwing, screeching, crying, whining little monster of a 15 month-old. Nice to hand him over to daycare on some of those days. I think playing with other kids helps. Not pushing through molars and eye teeth at the same time would also help.

- School is... well, I am in my mid-thirties. Many of my fellow students were born in the early nineties. Let's put it this way: I heard one girl had a meltdown because large parts of our first clinical experience had to do with mens' genitals. She'd never seen any before.

- Life is just... happening. It's fast, it's slow, there isn't nearly enough sleep or exercise and still too much food. But I feel content. I do wish we had blinds; Mac insists on the full reveal when he nurses, the stubborn little bugger.

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