We’re still awaiting the arrival of our house appraisal. Every day, sometimes two and three times a day, I eagerly check my inbox hoping to find a “letter” from her. The letter that will tell us how much she thinks we could get for our house.
I don’t know why I’m so eager. I’m certainly not anxious to move out of a nice spacious house that stores our two remaining kids and all our junk perfectly into a smaller 2-3 bedroom townhome that may only have one bathroom.
I think I’m just excited to see how much it’s worth and see if the potential buyers are willing to cut the check. Not to mention the relief that would come from selling our house so quickly. With that burden lifted, we could catch the next plane outa here the minute Mario has her high school diploma in hand.
*sigh* Hold on a minute. I gotta check my inbox for something….
Nope. Still nothing.
At least I have work to keep me busy and help pass the time. I could go on and on about how busy we are, how short-staffed we are, how tired I am from working 6 day weeks, and 10-12 hour days… but I’m off today, and would rather not think about it.
I WILL mention that I slept in til 8:00 today. (Woke to a call from work…) Sounds late, I know, but it was 3 AM before I got to bed. Weirder yet, it was almost 10:00 before I ate breakfast. I finished my pancakes and thought, “What’s for lunch?”
As I sit here, I’m thinking of all the chores and errands I should complete today knowing I’ll be right back at work tomorrow. And then I think, it’s my one day off. Maybe I should be a bum. I deserve to be a bum. But the kids want food. So off I go.
(If you know anyone who’s looking for a job, they’re hired.)
(They start tomorrow.)
This really isn’t about a nurse. It’s about ME. Funny how much nurses and front desk agents have in common.