Tables turned

I feel like the tables have turned this morning. Jason woke up early to the alarm and I stayed in bed. Me and Braden have been hanging out this morning as Landry sleeps. If Jason's summer has been this great, then I can certainly understand why he is dreading to go back! Jason has some computer training at Godley until noon, so I'm home with the kids until he gets back. Then, I'll go to the nursing home and do my thing for a few hours. It's great sleeping in!!

We had one of those "wouldn't it be cool if..." discussions yesterday. We were talking about if one of us could stay home with the kids full time. They have grown and developed so much this summer. Jason has really bonded with both of the kids more than ever. Landry has an affinity for her daddy that she never had before. Of course, Braden and daddy have always been buds. As for me, I sure have enjoyed all the help around the house! I know that's selfish, but it's great to come home from a long day of work to a clean house. If and when Jason gets his Master's degree finished and gets a kick-tail principal job, we're gonna do it! Of course, this is more in the 5+ year plan than the next-year plan, but there is a plan! I would still work a few hours a week, enough to keep my skills up and license current. Probably something like what I do at the nursing home. Doesn't it sound great?? I could write for hours and hours about what I have in mind.

Back to the current life! I love my schedule of work. I have a long weekend. Then on Monday, when the afternoon is dragging, I know that I don't have to trek back to Ft. Worth again till Wednesday. Then on Wednesday, I know it's just another day of work on Thursday until a long weekend again. I really do like my job. I like the challenge of helping people. My true love is the neurological patients. And lately, I have really enjoyed treating kids. The first year or so, I didn't like it (pediatrics) much because it got me emotionally down in the dumps. Now, I look at what I am helping them achieve instead of what I can't help them achieve. It's still hard sometimes to see what they go through, but it's all worth it when I have a little 5 year-old hug my neck and sign "thank you" to me when he leaves! That happened yesterday, and I got a serious warm-fuzzy feeling!

Enough is enough! I'm off to play house for a few hours!