Just trying to survive...

So here we are at 2am on Monday morning and I have decided to share my ramblings at work with you. I am on day four in a row of twelve hour night shifts so you will have to excuse me if I don't make sense. Things have been crazy at our house. Damon has been doing his end of year testing for school so we have had him in to the district several times in the last week. We are finishing up the school year with both Damon and Madison. I can't believe that Madison is done with Kindergarten and Damon is done with 4th grade. With all of this going on Mike and I have worked the last four days at the same time. (So much for cleaning the house and caring for our children) I guess I shouldn't feel too bad because the kids had been counting down the days to sleeping over and grammy's and grandpa tater's. (The kids are really not sad when we work the same nights) The kids have been exceptionally excited about playing the Wii at grammy's and they had a bowling night on thursday and golfing night on friday. (Saturday was spent watching movies)
We are gearing up for summer and the kids are fully involved in baseball already. Damon's team has done well and he enjoys playing with them. Madison has only been to one game but is loving it too. We all got new bikes so that we can get into shape this year and now we are just waiting for the weather to cooperate. We had a couple of nice days and so we bought bikes and then the next day we had snow again. I understand that we need the water but I have had about all of the snow and cold that I can take. It makes it even worse when we talk to my brother in sunny San Diego or Mike's family in fabulous Florida. They think they are freezing when it is 60 degrees.
We are getting ready for Mike's birthday this week, despite his protests. He thinks that he is going to squeak this one out under the radar. He thinks by telling everyone that he doesn't need anything or doesn't know what he wants that we will leave him alone. Wrong! He should definitely know us better than that. Unfortunately, he will be at work for his birthday so we will have to celebrate the day before. (Don't you hate when work interrupts your social life)
Speaking of social life, we were able to go out to dinner with a group of our friends last week. This is the group that I ran around with in highschool and we finally got everyone together for dinner. Getting us all in the same place at the same time takes an act of congress and two miracles. We have one friend who is executive management and her husband is working on his masters degree as well as caring for a baby and a preschooler, one friend that works for the newspaper and her husband who is going to surveyor school and working full time while caring for they baby, one friend who is full time military and just recently returned from Iraq as well as dating a new girl and seeing his kids every chance that he gets, and then you have Mike who works for the jail and me who works for the hospital. Mike and I have decided that we have the most interesting/awesome group of friends. We were stoked to have a night out with friends and with no kids. (How often does that happen)
Now on to the most exciting part of all...for those of you who have talked with me lately and know that I went to scrub school to scrub for c-sections. I finished my classes a couple of weeks ago and was so excited to start my supervised scrubs. I decided that I would come in this last thursday and scrub for the 7:30am C-section. I was excited and nervous, ate some breakfast, made it to the hospital in plenty of time, dressed in my scrubs, and started to help set up. We got everything set up and waited about 15 minutes for them to bring the patient in to the room, by this time I am sweating buckets and deciding that wearing a tee shirt under my scrubs, tube socks, and a mask with the face shield attached was not such a fabulous idea. We get started with the section and my mentor is standing across from me and we are each standing next to one of the doctors who is doing the section. Now, I am excited, nervous, sweating, and standing under OR lights. We get through 75% of the c-section and are just getting ready to cut the uterus and deliver the baby. I decide that this would be a nice time to try to blackout. I backed up from the table and called for the circulating nurse (the only person not scrubbed in for the operation). She backs me up to the wall where I slide down to the floor and sit with my head between my knees. Needless to say, this was the most traumatic and embarassing thing that I have happen in quite some time. So now, the running joke with Mike is that they will have to sterilize a chair for me to sit on so that I don't have to sit on the floor. I have learned a couple of things from this experience...first, do not wear a tee-shirt under your scrubs and under a non permeable rubberized gown; second, your thickest socks may be fabulous and very comfortable but are not so fabulous when you are trying to stay cool while scrubbed in; third, fruitloops are not the breakfast of champions and do not set well when you are excited and nervous and hot; fourth, go with your first instinct and wear the mask that you like and the stupid safety goggles instead of going with the convenience of the mask/eye shield combo. Overall, it was a good learning experience unfortunately it was not necessarily the way I like to learn. I hope that I do better on Tuesday.
Hope all is going well with everyone, keep in touch.

Love ya,
Michelle