We're going to.....

Disneyland!!!

No. Really. We are.

As long as I don't break my ankle tonight or something equally tragic.

The kids and I. Larry's on call. And we might even stay overnight and go a second day.

Because I want to live richly. Really richly.

Because working like a dog has got to have SOMETHING to show for it.

I worked again tonight. (Bah) and while I have to say I really appreciate having been able to go bug the Docs at St Lukes for help at whim, being the Senior NP on staff is rather frightening. And that's what tonight was. And in a fun and ironic twist, I got to ask my co-NP to approve my Rx's (still, hours done, but no fancy number from the state yet) and she'd ask me what to do for her patients. Or better yet... see her patients. While she complains all night of how many patients she's booked while I'm seeing twice as many since she's still on 1/2 booked schedule.

AHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And the crown jewel of tonight was a child brought in with diarrhea. Pull up his shirt and find surgical scars and steri strips. Ahem. did said child have surgery sometime recently? yes. actually he did. But he's being seen at our clinic as a walk in because he's in a great deal of pain and the surgeons office didn't answer his phone tonight.

I love my job. I love my job. I love my job.

I have to tell myself that because after paying taxes and the babysitter, the babysitter makes $2/hr more than I do.

And if she translates Spanish/English wrong or make the wrong decision she won't run the risk of getting sued.

(bangs head here)

But tomorrow, after all summer of insanity such as this, I get to find the hidden Mickeys, (opposed to the slipped mickeys) wait in lines, wear sunscreen and take lots of pictures.

And for their "what I did on my summer vacation" essays my kids will have something to remember. Insecure parenting at it's finest.

At least last year we missed that week and the whole world knew we were in CT, stranded without water, power or electricity due to a lovely hurricane. This year, I have to top a hurricane, grandparents and missing a week of school. 2 days of Disney ought to do it, I think.

Pictures to follow.

Although if I break my foot, we're not going anywhere other than the ER. I joke but I've injury prone and tripped over shoes already once tonight. So you'll either year later of the vacation day of the year or the trip of the year. Or not. I'm not all that great about updating this thing. So keep guessing and you'll hear eventually.