A photo of my family, once a week, every week in 2014.
I was on call last week and basically worked 12-16 hours a day every day for 7 days. It was miserable for all of us. There are so many sick people out there right now and it seemed like every time I got home from a call out, someone else was calling me to leave again. When I'm on call, it disrupts our entire household: the babies are grumpy, Shawn and I are both exhausted, I even overslept and Isabelle missed the school bus one morning as a result. When I got home on Sunday night, it was all we could do to get through bath time and crash in the living room, all together. We high fived each other and spent the rest of the night watching football and catching up some much needed rest. We made it through another rotation and I am so proud of my little tribe for pulling together and making it work. There were tears and tantrums and cereal for dinner more than I care to admit but, we made it.
2 comments:
Those are the truly beautiful times when you are all cuddled up, exhausted but together...when you are all content to just be there. I'm so glad I found your lovely blog-- Heidi
Thank you, Heidi!! Yes, those are the most beautiful times. I use them as fuel to get me through the tough ones.
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