Chicks be so crazy!

First, can I just put a plug in for naps. I love naps. LOVE THEM.

And can I put in a plug for nurse naps where you can nap and nurse your newborn? LOVE THEM TOO.

This is what I do instead of blogging. The nurse nap.

Anywho.

Gotta a call from the county social worker that they might have a 4.5 year old boy to adopt. It's not the same boy we've been watching for almost a year. This boy is sight unseen. My head and heart exploded for about 12 hours after we got that phone call. We didn't expect to be asked to adopt anyone. We just got our 'official foster care family' papers last week. Yes, i know we've been doing the foster care  for about a year but legal is relative sometimes. See what I did there--legal/relative/foster family.

It's all a web people, all a web in the head of Mrs. Hall.

ANYWHO.

We get the call and my head explodes. I try to keep the crazy energies down and fail. I cry at work thinking about this little boy and this crazy joy goes BOOM in my heart. Because if this is God calling us to adopt then of course we'll say yes. Mr. Hall says, "Slow down chick a dee" and "there is a lot to think about" and I can't hear because I'm already painting the 4.5 y.o.'s room in the theme he'll like. Maybe he like's spongebob instead of cars. hmm . . . .

The first step in this is to set up a meeting with the social worker to discuss things. I email her, she emails me. Then I get the email that things might have changed, we'll have to hold off on the meeting for now. Which is part of this foster gig. Anything can change at any moment. I've never learned such flexibility.

SO I TALK WITH MR. HALL

We are light and airy about it. I ask him if he's ok with the sudden change. He says yes," I'm not a chick.

Women rise and fall quickly about these things. I'm slow to rise. And just because she canceled the meeting doesn't mean it's over yet. "

And indeed. It's not over by a long shot!

two cups of coffee later

it's a snowy day and none of my patients are showing up. had two cups of coffee. so here. let me blog a bit.

at work it's getting ugly. one of the older nurses is retiring and I'm absorbing some of her responsibilities. (did i spell that right? frigging browser isn't compatible with blogspot so i can't spell check things. but screw them i'm not paying for a domain name!)

ANYWHO. guess who is liquored up and pissed off at me. THE OLD NURSE. there's an expression. Nursing eats it's young. Older nurses hate younger nurses and dammit. The tension is pitiful. She basically called a meeting to complain that her responsibilities are being taking away. Which is not my fault. I'm not retiring or deciding how to divide up her work tasks. But she directs all this crazy ugly crap at me and I NO LIKE!!!

my main coping mechanism for work conflict is to avoid.

AVOID AVOID AVOID. Hide in office. Say nothing. AVOID!!! POKER FACE!!!!

This riles people. The calmer and more remote i get the more they act up. So I went to my boss and fessed up to my feelings. He said avoiding just makes things worse. And get's nothing accomplished.

So i sucked it up and at lunch in the lunch room today. I didn't talk much but sat and listened to someone prattle on and on about stuff. I work with women. Bunch of talkers. It exhausts me.

Because I have a real life. filled with kids and now we are officially a foster family. I have some much joy and happiness in my real life.

i hate when work sucks.

bible study was also cancelled tonight. and i even did the homework and everything.

which helped with the work conflict. a lot! ;)