Soooo, I had a really good night. Best I've had in a while...

I started writing this really detailed blog post that was rambly and full of all kinds of detail of the night I had tonight...and then I stopped because it occurred to me that there was really only one person I wanted to tell it all to, one person I know would laugh at my descriptive nature and refer his mind back to other stories I've told him...so then I decided I really didn't want to share any of that with you guys. I kinda just want to crawl in bed and tell him. And as soon as he is in my bed again, I will.

#TWM...

"Doesn't matter how tough we are, trauma always leaves a scar. It follows us home, it changes our lives...trauma messes everybody up. But maybe that's the point. All the pain and the fear and the crap. Maybe going through all of that is what keeps us moving forward. It's what pushes us. Maybe we have to get a little messed up before we step up." -Alex Karev

So, it is what it is, I suppose...

I love my job and I am thinking I am going to love the store in which I am now working. One thing I hate about my job is the hours. They're long and irregular. It's nearly 2am, I've only been home an hour and a half, and I am in bed eating oyster crackers, slices of cheese, drinking a beer and watching Grey's reruns in bed. I would give ANYTHING for my kids to be in their beds, home with me, safe and warm instead of at their dad's...for the-man-I-so-adore to be snoring next to me and me asleep next to him and not to have to be up early tomorrow morning. I pray some day I find a job I can do as well as this one and love as much as this one that will allow me to have those things I so crave, every night.