Working midnights sucks. I’m tired, it can be busy enough to kill me, and Mondays suck.
But the ladies that I work with are hilarious, crazy, and make the night go by so quickly.
Brock is home alone with the baby. They had a great weekend last weekend – baby went down well, stayed asleep fairly well, and didn’t fuss. This weekend? He won’t go down, won’t stay asleep, and won’t stop crying. It’s SO frustrating for me from here because I can’t do anything to help. More than anything, I want to be able to go home and fix everything. I think Ronan is getting to the age where he’s having separation anxiety, and he’s freaking out because I’m not there.
I don’t really know what to do. It’s not fair for Brock to have to deal with it. He has to work Monday morning. Maybe it’s time to look for another new job.
I’m so tired I feel nausious, and the ER just kicked off a round of patients. Out of here in 2 hours!
