Climbing in Skirts

Times are changing. I finally told my father about Chris moving in with me. His response, "I would reconsider that if he drops out of school." And that was it. Chris told his father and he stated, "Yah, like he would really want his daughter to live with someone with no future." All things considered, the revelation went extremely well.

Chris and his parent's dog are now basically living with me. I forgot how much of a responsibility a dog is, especially when you live on the third floor and the dog has been used to living with people who keep "normal hours." In addition to this transition, I interviewed for a new job this past Friday at Seton. The interview was tremendous. We spoke for over an hour and the nurse managers introduced me to some of the staff. I am expecting to hear back from them any day. The only catch is that for the past 2 years I have been a psychiatric nurse. Meaning, no IVs, no blood, minimal vomiting, mucous, and other noteworthy bodily fluids and their odors. The managers stated they would be happy to review skills with me, but I don't know that I want to regain these disgusting skills. I've dealt with only one colostomy (poop bag) and tracheostomy thus far, however these will become commonplace to me. However, I hope in doing so I can feel more confident in being a nurse while attempting to return to school to become a nurse practicioner. I hope I am up for the challenge. Now more than ever, I feel like I need to keep repeating the famous mommy mantra, "I can be anything I want to be when I grow up."