Work. Work. Work.

That's all we do around here it seems.  Today I worked at the hospital and had to bathe someone with a huge, swollen scrotum.  Yuck.  And I thought I was nauseas (sp??) before walking in there.  Then he decided to pull his own tooth.  WTF?  Why do I do this job?  I know why- it's because for every huge ball sac there is a precious 94 yr lady who is someone's mother that they are desperately holding onto; there is an amazing 52 y.o. man who is engaged and just retired only to find out that he has terminal cancer- only 3 months to live.  It's b/c I can bring a smile to their faces and some sense of comfort.  That's why I do this job.

Still- after bathing people all day, it makes it really hard to come home and want to bathe Aidan which is usually Ryan's job, but it's harvest and we won't see Ryan until we are in bed already.  So I will suck it up, cook dinner, play with Aidan, bathe Aidan and do the nighttime routine all by myself.  Why?  Because I am blessed to have a wonderful healthy child and one on the way.  Because I am so fortunate to have the ability to cook a nice healthy dinner for my family.  I am blessed to have the ability to work and a husband who wants to work so hard for his family.

On another note:  When I was bathing Aidan last night, I noticed that he had a bite mark on his left forearm.  He said Shaun bit him and then went into some long-winded explanation that I didn't understand.  When I asked his teacher this morning she said it was some squabble over the slide on the playground???  So I reminded Aidan to be a good sharer and a sweet boy and went on my way.  When I picked him up today, no bite marks.  But one of the teachers told me that Shaun was absent today.  She then proceeded to tell me that she thinks Shaun is autistic but that the mom is in denial.  I told her- well great.  Y'all aren't really qualified to provide for children with autism, are y'all?  She said no but there is no official diagnosis.  Well= anyway, I offered to do an inservice to help them with some strategies.  But bottom line- I don't want my baby getting bitten!

Ugggh- as I'm typing this, Aidan is bringing me a huge package of diapers, asking me to put one on him so he can poop.  Do you know how much poop I've already cleaned up today?  What's one more?  Seriously.