Day Dream?

I think I must be dreaming....we are getting a 30 hour pass to go home for Christmas!!!

Ashley packed...I got myself and Ben ready...we went to the NICU and had the nurse check Ben and the straps in his car bed.

Ashley took a load of things to the van...and then we left. I kept thinking someone was going to stop us. We went through both set of NICU locked doors and no one did. We made it to the elevator, then the lobby. We handed in the registration of live birth form and got in the van.

While we were driving away, I watched the hospital fade from view. No one stopped us. We were really going home...even if only for 30 hours. We were going to have Ben, Harrison and Victoria all in one place for the first time. No doctors, no nurses, no alarms, no monitors...I get to sleep in my own bed tonight and have a shower in my own bathroom with a towel that smells like fabric softener not "hospital". Suddenly the fact I didn't get all the shopping done I had wanted to didn't matter, the fact nothing is wrapped and under the tree doesn't matter, nor does it matter the BIG family dinner at my place isn't going to happen tonight. All that matters is we are all going to be home.

I keep expecting this to be a dream and wake up in the room that is always dark no matter what time of day. If this isn't a dream I am going to get what I really wanted for Christmas, my husband, my kids and myself all at HOME for Christmas.

Confession From a Rink Mom

I have a confession. Tomorrow is the first Saturday since some time back in September I get to sleep in and NOT drag myself to a freezing rink in some part of the province, and I am HAPPY about it!!!! I feel guilty, I love my fellow rink mommas and I love watching my girl practice/play. I do however love my bed and sleep. I am looking forward to reacquainting myself with these long lost friends known as my bed and sleep.

Wednesday night Confessions

Random things I confess about today

• I confess that I hate that I didn't get to work my normal shift and had to work days
• I confess that I got my morning coffee at Timmy's paid for by a complete stranger
• I confess I openly resented all the stupidness that kept me from drinking my coffee while it was still hot. I confess I drank it anyway.
• I confess that on no less than 5 separate occasions I seriously considered duct taping my obnoxious coworker to her chair and pushing her down the hall and leaving her on another unit.
• I confess I didn't do it and that I am truly sad and disappointed about it.
• I confess I took my break to by groceries instead of having lunch.
• I confess my dishes aren't done.
• I confess my laundry pile needs it's own postal code but I am watching House as the laundry is still contained in the hamper.
• I confess that I am tired out but I refuse to go to bed yet.
• I confess I took so long to write this that it is no longer Wednesday anymore.