I am less than one month away from becoming Paul Foster's wife......

why tonight is this scary for me?

work.....

So I am actually at work right now, trying to complete odds and ends before my whirlwind trip to the great T.O., wondering how I am going to even make it though this day....

I am the nurse that will make you a cup of tea; listen to you rant, even when others have lost all patience with you and demand you be released for your behaviour.  I am the nurse that gives a damn what happens to you, who thinks about you at the end of her shift and develops care plans at home for you.  I am nurse who looks at new assessment opportunities, plans of care and new therapy modules to make you more empowered and able to handle crises.

I am also the nurse who gets told, "I told you so."  I get that a lot.  I get that from co-workers, from patients, from my boss.  And some days, it's just really hard to put "one foot in front of the other," so to speak, and do my job.  The problem, is, this will always be my job.  This will always be what I do. 

Some days....

Some days you should just get an automatic "do-over" for......

This was a tough day.....Paul and I fought today.  This normally would not upset me as much as it did today; but man, today was a day I just wanted to be good.  Avery was at a play date, the sun was shining, I got 8 hours of sleep....life should have been good.  We were going to buy my wedding ring today.....

Then, it's like it all went left of centre and began spiraling out of control......

Trying to get Paul out of the house on time is always a challenge, but today he seemed even more distracted.  We get into the car, boom!  No keys....then, he doesn't have his phone....so back in he goes...then the phone rings....I holler, out he comes and we pull out of the driveway.  Now we realize we only have about 45 minutes before Avery gets home.....this should be just enough time......then traffic is a bitch, there is construction, and the sun is blaring into our eyes so badly we are both squinting.

Then we get bitchy......

I say, "let's just go home."  He says, "No way, that's stupid...."

yep....

So we get to the mall.  On a Saturday.  Three Saturdays before Christmas.  Yeah....

We find parking, we get halfway through the mall when Paul announced to me, "you shouldn't have rushed me out the door.  Now I forgot my wallet."

And at this point; I am done.  How do you forget your wallet when we are going to buy a wedding ring?  Really???  REALLY??!!??  and here we go......

Let me tell you, that ride home was fun.....

Needless to day, I didn't get my wedding ring that day; and we squawked for another hour and a half.  We have long since dropped it, but this could not be the day I bought my ring.  Wasn't going to happen, despite Paul's attempts to make suggestions like we get someone to watch Avery after her playdate was over or bring her with us.  This just couldn't be the day I got my wedding ring.....