I’m not sure how the phrase goes or if I am combining two of them, but I’m sitting here going “God Doesn’t Give Us More Then We Can Chew.” I do know it’s wrong, but how is another story. But in my case it works this way. You all know I do direct care and for a while we have had three residents and had extra hours out the asshole. Well I can’t give you details, but one of our residents isn’t there anymore so my schedule again will have to change. The bright side is I can get my 40 hours in at one home. I’ll have to go to another home for overtime hours. I was upset because this resident I became attached to rather quickly, but that’s the way it goes in direct care.
Going to a friend’s wedding tomorrow and I have my dress out in the truck. Praying it stays dog hair free until we leave. Hey if I end up not looking like death I’ll put up a picture.
Hoping to go to my folks house on Monday to spend a late Mother’s Day with her and my dad. Since I have to meet with my co-workers to work out the new schedule on Sunday it’s all up in the air.
Other then that it’s one day at a time. I hope things slow down a bit soon!