Vegas was great, but it’s nice to be home.
Really, it was wonderful to see my parents, and spend some quality time with Brock. It was wonderful to not be working, and I couldn’t ask for any more.
I also put in my two-weeks notice at the hospital on Friday. That means, after today, I only have ONE more weekend working away from home. Working seven days of the week. Working non-stop, and always tired, and never able to handle doing anything out of the ordinary anymore.
Seems like I always have a count-down, of some sort, until things will get better. The count down until I wouldn’t have to work Fridays. Then the count down until I would be off of “Midnight shifts” on the weekends. Then the count down until I had another job to keep me busy. Now it’s the count down until I’m done working and being away. Maybe this time things will fall into the right places, and I’ll enjoy my time at home.
I’m sitting here with a little smirk on my face, because I’m excited. I’m quietly excited to not be sitting here anymore with a little smirk on my face.