On top of that schedule change, I have to try to squeeze in 9 twelve hour shifts at AZ Heart Hospital between March 18th and April 17th. So how do I make my preceptor's schedule match Husband's schedule, and if not his, match Grannie's? It's impossible. The fact that I need to find someone willing to watch Hyrum for 7+ hours three or four times makes me want to cry. I hate asking people for huge favors like that. And poor Hyrum. I feel bad. Somehow, we've made things work so that he's only spent a few hours at a time on rare occasions with someone besides Mom, Dad, or Grannie. I know. He'll be fine. It won't give him brain damage, but I've so enjoyed being his full-time mother the past couple of weeks...
Of course, the worry in the back of my mind is, "And we think I'm going to start working full-time in December (or thereabouts) when I have two kids to leave at home (or with someone else) and I'm the new hire who has to work all sorts of crazy schedules?" Right...because that's going to go over smoothly. What am I thinking?
In happier news, Hyrum talks more than I would have ever thought a little kid could. He can articulate almost anything he wants to say. He tries to say everything I do. I've learned that I have a few expressions I must use often, because he does too. "Oh mean!" (AKA "Oh man!") and "Super!" This morning he helped me make waffles and banana bread. He did an excellent job of dumping my measuring cups into the bowl. Then, when I was pouring batter into loaf pans he says, "Mom! Helper!" Reminding me that he is my helper and I can't do it on my own.
As for tuna sandwiches. My pregnant self is insatiable. I always want to be eating. My latest favorite is tuna sandwiches. Really. Homemade bread and tuna with mayo and mustard and relish. Delicious. Never thought I would say that. I had it for dinner last night. I planned for Hyrum to have it for dinner too, but he visibly shuddered when he tried it. I've been there before, buddy.