That's just the way it is in Open Diary transition

It's funny how some things never change. I'm coming here and reading updates but because I have so many to read I don't end up writing because I've always been a read first update later kinda person. I never get through all the new entries so I never end up writing. So I'm writing this in a note on my phone and I'll paste it into PB. See how that goes.

I was so looking forward to a full weekend off with Clay. I even said to one of the educational assistants at work that I was really looking forward to it. I'm home for an hour and the phone rings. I see it's The hospital, more specifically the respiratory department and I know that it means no weekend off. He has to do a transport to Halifax in the morning. Shitty-shitty-shit-shit. That's 8 hours just on the ambulance with the patient plus however long to get ready for transport and to get the person settled away at the receiving hospital and do reports and stuff. I can expect him to be gone for 12 hours again tomorrow and to come home wiped out. We were supposed to have a date night tomorrow night. So much for that. grumble I know I need to be more thankful and less cranky about stuff like this. It's not his fault. Things could be worse. I should just be grateful he's supporting the transport rather than being the patient being transported. That's what I'll focus on.

I started seeing a new student today for counselling. Keep in mind my clients are in kindergarten. He walks into my office, looks around, goes right to my family picture and points at Rhea and says, "Is she dead?" Alrighty then. Guess your teacher was on to something when she said you were a little off. I'm continuously thrown for a loop with these kids. Never a dull moment to say the least.

Speaking of never a dull moment. Rhea has been very challenging lately. She is just pushing all of my buttons and I have to keep reminding myself that a) she's 2 and b) I need avoid getting in a power struggle over every little thing. Nobody wins. Ever. I didn't ever imagine that the little girl I love so much could ever be so unlikable at times. It's a hard pill to swallow. I think having spent my day with young children being tested and pushed by them leaves me with less patience for it at the end of my day. I will make a point to be kinder to both of us.

I still don't know how to post pictures here or have the desire to learn how the code works. It's the one downfall of moving this whole online diary experience to a new site; having to learn new stuff. I'm happy to have this place though. I'm grateful not to have lost you all.