I never thought I'd be one of those nervous moms who never sends their kids anywhere out of their sight...I am.
I always felt that we took Jacob because we wanted to have a child. I don't believe in or agree with dumping my child off on someone every time I have the chance. He's my son and my job is to raise him, to take care of him. I'm not saying that to have a sitter is wrong. It's simply something we don't do. Yes, Jacob does go to day-care but, he's been with Elaine since he was 5 months old! Oddly, I was always very comfortable with her and her husband taking care of him.
Since Jacob was born, we've left him overnight just two times! Both times, for just one night and Brammie H came over to stay at our house. You know, in the three years since Jacob was born, I have never gone out by myself and left him with someone? Jeremy and I have gone out together for a little bit, a few times and left Jacob with Brammie Harper. WE've left him for the day with Uncle Dave and Aunt Jen, and WE have left him with Miss Jennifer on a few occasions. BUT I, his mom, have never left my child with anyone other than Jeremy to go and do something just for me, by myself.
I'm going out tonight with Jeremy's sister. Jacob is spending the night with Brammie and Brampa S and his big brother. I'm nervous. It's not that I don't trust them, I do - wholeheartedly. I know that Brammie and Brampa will take excellent care of my little boy and I know I have nothing to worry about. I know that Jacob will be fine. I know he'll have a lot of fun.
Of course, there are a million thoughts running through my mind. Silly thoughts. That I'm selfish, he'll miss me, I shouldn't go, and the whole list of 'what-ifs'. Plus this sinky feeling in my heart of leaving my child. Man - we should have kept the dog. I didn't feel this bad when we left him somewhere.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
"That's NOT a hot dog!"
This morning as I was getting my things together to leave for work, Jeremy was getting Jacob some breakfast and Jacob was playing with a set of kitchen tongs - not the pincher, restaurant type, the old scissor type.
Jacob was pinching Jeremy's butt with the tongs. He has this obsession with butts lately - he also likes to come up behind me and say "tickle, tickle" while jamming his little fingers in the crack.
Back to my point. So Jacob is walking around with these tongs, opening and closing them. He walks up to his daddy with these tongs and proceeds to attack in the, um, nether region.
I see Jeremy jump back - "That's NOT a hot dog!"
Jacob was pinching Jeremy's butt with the tongs. He has this obsession with butts lately - he also likes to come up behind me and say "tickle, tickle" while jamming his little fingers in the crack.
Back to my point. So Jacob is walking around with these tongs, opening and closing them. He walks up to his daddy with these tongs and proceeds to attack in the, um, nether region.
I see Jeremy jump back - "That's NOT a hot dog!"
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Reader's Digest
This story has been on my mind the past few weeks. I read it a jazillion years ago - probably in a Dentist office. For some reason, it's stuck with me.
Two women, old friends, were talking on the telephone catching up with each other. The first woman asked the second about her son's new wife. The second woman responded, "Oh, she's the laziest thing!"
The first woman fueled the conversation and asked, "what do you mean?"
"She sleeps all day. My son cooks all of the meals, does all of the dishes, he cleans the house, he does all of the laundry. She does nothing!"
"Wow!" replies the first woman, "And how is your daughter?"
"Oh, she's just wonderful! She has the best husband! He lets her sleep in every morning, he cooks for her, keeps the house really neat, and he does all of the laundry. She doesn't have to lift a finger!"
Two women, old friends, were talking on the telephone catching up with each other. The first woman asked the second about her son's new wife. The second woman responded, "Oh, she's the laziest thing!"
The first woman fueled the conversation and asked, "what do you mean?"
"She sleeps all day. My son cooks all of the meals, does all of the dishes, he cleans the house, he does all of the laundry. She does nothing!"
"Wow!" replies the first woman, "And how is your daughter?"
"Oh, she's just wonderful! She has the best husband! He lets her sleep in every morning, he cooks for her, keeps the house really neat, and he does all of the laundry. She doesn't have to lift a finger!"
Monday, February 23, 2009
Bringing bad news
Remember Harper? My friend Jeannie's great-nephew. Um...he's not doing very well. I got this today. Harper was home for Christmas. They did a bone marrow transplant around the first of this year - it's mostly been downhill since. There are many more updates and details to Harper's story. If you want them, email me on the side and I'll send you the information for the care page site.
I know that I'm going to go home tonight and hug and kiss my son just a few extra times.
D-day
Posted 9 minutes ago
"I would like to think that I had just the right words to describe what is happening now, but unfortunately I do not. The fact of the matter is our son is falling victim to his cancer. The last couple of weeks have indicated a failing prognosis...graph versus host disease (gvhd) has set in which gave us a glimmer of hope, scary hope, but ultimately we were thinking that if the gvhd could attack his body it would surely attack the leukemia, however, that is not what is happening. The daily lab work indicated yesterday that his blast count was at 78% on the peripheral slide, and today it has risen to 91%...prognosis-death. So even with the active graph versus host, the cancer is winning. He has been in some pain because the gvhd is attacking skin and gut cells giving him extreme diarrhea and a head to toe rash that is worse than anything I have ever seen. The doctor told us, per my request, that when hope was lost he would say...today he said.
I have asked that we be transported back to sparrow for comfort care until he takes that stairway to heaven. I am not scared for Harper but for those that remain here, like Brian, Tatum and all the grandparents. The Lord will care for my son and just maybe he will heal him on earth but certainly in heaven i know. I will not write off the possibility of a miracle, but that is the only thing that will save Harper now."
I know that I'm going to go home tonight and hug and kiss my son just a few extra times.
D-day
Posted 9 minutes ago
"I would like to think that I had just the right words to describe what is happening now, but unfortunately I do not. The fact of the matter is our son is falling victim to his cancer. The last couple of weeks have indicated a failing prognosis...graph versus host disease (gvhd) has set in which gave us a glimmer of hope, scary hope, but ultimately we were thinking that if the gvhd could attack his body it would surely attack the leukemia, however, that is not what is happening. The daily lab work indicated yesterday that his blast count was at 78% on the peripheral slide, and today it has risen to 91%...prognosis-death. So even with the active graph versus host, the cancer is winning. He has been in some pain because the gvhd is attacking skin and gut cells giving him extreme diarrhea and a head to toe rash that is worse than anything I have ever seen. The doctor told us, per my request, that when hope was lost he would say...today he said.
I have asked that we be transported back to sparrow for comfort care until he takes that stairway to heaven. I am not scared for Harper but for those that remain here, like Brian, Tatum and all the grandparents. The Lord will care for my son and just maybe he will heal him on earth but certainly in heaven i know. I will not write off the possibility of a miracle, but that is the only thing that will save Harper now."
Writer's Cramp???
I think I had a bout of writer's cramp. I'd start to write, then I'd say to myself, "Self, what are you writing that shit for?". I'd delete it all and go do something else. I feel like writing today. It might still be shit but, I have to start again somewhere.
It's been hectic for us, that hasn't changed.
Jacob decided to out grow every item of clothing overnight. Jeremy had dressed him one morning and when I looked at Jacob, his sleeves were too short and I could see the outline of his belly button through the shirt. I informed Daddy, when shirts look like that, they're too small. I went out and bought a bunch of new shirts and pants last week - 4T. Luckily, I did manage to find a few great deals (like waffle weave henley shirts and dress pants for $2.50!) to restock him through Spring. I had to get some new summer stuff too and exchange some I had just bought. I thought my 3T bottoms would take me through summer and I was wrong. I did take a giant tote of clothing to the consignment store and I have another tote full and ready to go again! I did score a bunch of 5T jammies for $3.50 a pair while I was dropping off. Of course, I stocked up! Can someone please explain to me why kid's pajamas are so FREAKING expensive!?!
Jacob and I both went to the dentist this month. His first trip! He did pretty well. One of the Doctors has an affection for trains. There is a train that runs up toward the ceiling, around the waiting room, through a tunnel into the exam area, around and back again. They also have a fish tank with all the fish from Finding Nemo - Nemo, Dory, Jacques, Peach, and Gurgle. Like I said, he did pretty well, until he had to get in the chair for the Dr. to look at his teeth. He screamed. Like the Dr. said - If he's screaming, his mouth is open and he can't bite me. Good point. Jacob's teeth are good, we're brushing well and keeping them clean. See you next year. Actually, there is a little concern over an overbite, believed to be caused by the cleft palate but, he said we'd wait to see what happens with the permanent teeth. My appointment was uneventful - "perfect teeth, as always". I had cinnamon polish and they gave me a red toothbrush - as if you really cared.
I also managed to get our taxes done earlier this year. There's a certain sense of accomplishment having finished them in mid-February. We're eagerly anticipating our refund, actually I think Jacob is more than Jeremy or I. You see, we need a new vacuum. Mine broke. The dumb little thing on the bottom that adjusts for the height of the surface to be vacuumed, it broke off (not to mention this damn vacuum has like 5 filters and they need to be cleaned every 5 minutes to get any decent sort of suction). Every time I get out the vacuum, Jacob says, "Vacuum boken. Need a new one. A red vacuum." and he says this with a Sullivan nod. Yes, my speech delayed child does say 'vacuum'. So, by Jacob's special request, we are getting a new red vacuum. Try to contain your excitement, please.
Jacob's speech and OT are both going very well. Both therapists are very happy with the progress he is making though they would both like for him to talk more during the visits - funny he won't ever be quiet at home. We have handouts with practice words to work with at home and we're doing just that.
Jacob's SPD is still in full swing. The tags in shirts don't cause as much of a wig as they used to. He'll point out that a shirt has a tag before we put it on him. We always say "it's okay, Mommy/Daddy will fix it, promise" and that's enough for him. He doesn't like to wear jeans or khakis. He prefers "sweats" - don't we all? He still checks his toes every night for fuzz - and he has to check each foot 3 times before he's satisfied. We've had a new battle though. I REFUSE to take his socks off. He's 3! If he wants his socks off, he can do it his own self but, he cries "mommy do it!". Did I say that I refuse to take his socks off for him? He's now resorted to throwing himself on the floor while screaming and crying because I won't take his socks off. It's a great show! I'm still not touching those socks! He is eating new foods and is somewhat willing to try new things - he ate tuna casserole for the babysitter! Did I ever tell you, I HATE cooked tuna fish? We're recognizing more and more often what is SPD and what isn't while trying to stay sane!
I had mentioned a while ago about talking to and meeting Jacob's birth father's parents but I don't think I said that we had. The three of us took a trip over and spent a few hours with them. Have you ever met someone and just know that you were supposed to meet them? We were supposed to meet them! Grandma and I just clicked. I think, I could talk to that woman for hours on end and enjoy every minute - oh wait, I have! Jacob really enjoyed them too. He's been asking for "Bramma and Brampa Fif". I can't tell you how happy I am (or how happy they are) to have them in our lives. I truly look forward to seeing where this relationship takes us. They were so good with Jacob, so patient in letting him warm up. Boy, did Jacob reward them! He had hugs and kisses when we left, and all down the driveway "Bye Brampa, Bye Bramma!". We need to see them again soon. Maybe once both of our houses are done having colds...
Work is going better for me. I have a lot more direction. I've mastered some of my new tasks. I'm still a little unsure of expectations and my internet time is rather limited, I am to a point where I can function rather than just stew in confusion. I have been very busy learning and doing. I've had to dig out a few old hats I had buried in my closet that I haven't worn in a while and I'm relearning what each hat does. The main thing is that I'm doing it and I'm feeling better about it. I still hurt for those who have been forced to move on and it's hard to be the one left behind too.
Speaking of being the one left behind - I guess that's part of why I haven't felt like talking. When you're left behind, the things you once talked to these people about, the things you shared so freely, now are guarded as they're not here everyday anymore. Those people, though you still like them as much as before, they're not part of this atmosphere anymore. You're afraid to disclose too much or to be misunderstood. It's safer to close up. You always just hope they understand while you let them grieve. Hopefully, when their grieving is over, they come back.
I hope you enjoyed, maybe enjoyed isn't the right selection here, my word vomit. I have a few Jacob-isms to post and I'll get back to writing some time soon, real soon. I think I'm going to ease back in, ramp up - so I don't hurt myself.
It's been hectic for us, that hasn't changed.
Jacob decided to out grow every item of clothing overnight. Jeremy had dressed him one morning and when I looked at Jacob, his sleeves were too short and I could see the outline of his belly button through the shirt. I informed Daddy, when shirts look like that, they're too small. I went out and bought a bunch of new shirts and pants last week - 4T. Luckily, I did manage to find a few great deals (like waffle weave henley shirts and dress pants for $2.50!) to restock him through Spring. I had to get some new summer stuff too and exchange some I had just bought. I thought my 3T bottoms would take me through summer and I was wrong. I did take a giant tote of clothing to the consignment store and I have another tote full and ready to go again! I did score a bunch of 5T jammies for $3.50 a pair while I was dropping off. Of course, I stocked up! Can someone please explain to me why kid's pajamas are so FREAKING expensive!?!
Jacob and I both went to the dentist this month. His first trip! He did pretty well. One of the Doctors has an affection for trains. There is a train that runs up toward the ceiling, around the waiting room, through a tunnel into the exam area, around and back again. They also have a fish tank with all the fish from Finding Nemo - Nemo, Dory, Jacques, Peach, and Gurgle. Like I said, he did pretty well, until he had to get in the chair for the Dr. to look at his teeth. He screamed. Like the Dr. said - If he's screaming, his mouth is open and he can't bite me. Good point. Jacob's teeth are good, we're brushing well and keeping them clean. See you next year. Actually, there is a little concern over an overbite, believed to be caused by the cleft palate but, he said we'd wait to see what happens with the permanent teeth. My appointment was uneventful - "perfect teeth, as always". I had cinnamon polish and they gave me a red toothbrush - as if you really cared.
I also managed to get our taxes done earlier this year. There's a certain sense of accomplishment having finished them in mid-February. We're eagerly anticipating our refund, actually I think Jacob is more than Jeremy or I. You see, we need a new vacuum. Mine broke. The dumb little thing on the bottom that adjusts for the height of the surface to be vacuumed, it broke off (not to mention this damn vacuum has like 5 filters and they need to be cleaned every 5 minutes to get any decent sort of suction). Every time I get out the vacuum, Jacob says, "Vacuum boken. Need a new one. A red vacuum." and he says this with a Sullivan nod. Yes, my speech delayed child does say 'vacuum'. So, by Jacob's special request, we are getting a new red vacuum. Try to contain your excitement, please.
Jacob's speech and OT are both going very well. Both therapists are very happy with the progress he is making though they would both like for him to talk more during the visits - funny he won't ever be quiet at home. We have handouts with practice words to work with at home and we're doing just that.
Jacob's SPD is still in full swing. The tags in shirts don't cause as much of a wig as they used to. He'll point out that a shirt has a tag before we put it on him. We always say "it's okay, Mommy/Daddy will fix it, promise" and that's enough for him. He doesn't like to wear jeans or khakis. He prefers "sweats" - don't we all? He still checks his toes every night for fuzz - and he has to check each foot 3 times before he's satisfied. We've had a new battle though. I REFUSE to take his socks off. He's 3! If he wants his socks off, he can do it his own self but, he cries "mommy do it!". Did I say that I refuse to take his socks off for him? He's now resorted to throwing himself on the floor while screaming and crying because I won't take his socks off. It's a great show! I'm still not touching those socks! He is eating new foods and is somewhat willing to try new things - he ate tuna casserole for the babysitter! Did I ever tell you, I HATE cooked tuna fish? We're recognizing more and more often what is SPD and what isn't while trying to stay sane!
I had mentioned a while ago about talking to and meeting Jacob's birth father's parents but I don't think I said that we had. The three of us took a trip over and spent a few hours with them. Have you ever met someone and just know that you were supposed to meet them? We were supposed to meet them! Grandma and I just clicked. I think, I could talk to that woman for hours on end and enjoy every minute - oh wait, I have! Jacob really enjoyed them too. He's been asking for "Bramma and Brampa Fif". I can't tell you how happy I am (or how happy they are) to have them in our lives. I truly look forward to seeing where this relationship takes us. They were so good with Jacob, so patient in letting him warm up. Boy, did Jacob reward them! He had hugs and kisses when we left, and all down the driveway "Bye Brampa, Bye Bramma!". We need to see them again soon. Maybe once both of our houses are done having colds...
Work is going better for me. I have a lot more direction. I've mastered some of my new tasks. I'm still a little unsure of expectations and my internet time is rather limited, I am to a point where I can function rather than just stew in confusion. I have been very busy learning and doing. I've had to dig out a few old hats I had buried in my closet that I haven't worn in a while and I'm relearning what each hat does. The main thing is that I'm doing it and I'm feeling better about it. I still hurt for those who have been forced to move on and it's hard to be the one left behind too.
Speaking of being the one left behind - I guess that's part of why I haven't felt like talking. When you're left behind, the things you once talked to these people about, the things you shared so freely, now are guarded as they're not here everyday anymore. Those people, though you still like them as much as before, they're not part of this atmosphere anymore. You're afraid to disclose too much or to be misunderstood. It's safer to close up. You always just hope they understand while you let them grieve. Hopefully, when their grieving is over, they come back.
I hope you enjoyed, maybe enjoyed isn't the right selection here, my word vomit. I have a few Jacob-isms to post and I'll get back to writing some time soon, real soon. I think I'm going to ease back in, ramp up - so I don't hurt myself.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Gift money
Okay internet, here's your chance...tell me what you think!
It's Christmas, birthday, Valentine's Day, Easter, or just because I like your kid and I want to give him money, so I send a card through the mail. The card comes to your house, with a few dollars, or could be $20. What, as a parent, do you do when money is sent to your kids?
I've heard of some parents that save it ALL for college.
I've heard of some parents that let the kids spend it ALL.
I've heard of some parents that save it in a bank account, for now but, plan to let the kid spend his money later. (not the saved money but new money as it comes)
I've heard of some parents that save half and let the kid spend half.
I've even heard of some parents making siblings share it. For instance, 1 child has 1 father, the other child a different father - child 2 has to split all of his monies with child 1 as she doesn't receive monies from her father's family. I also think this is HUGELY unfair - by the way!
Leave a comment or you can email me what you think.
We currently put all of Jacob's money in a savings account and when I get enough, I make a deposit into his 529 college savings. When he gets older and understands buying things for himself, or things he wants, we'll let him spend his money as he wishes.
**Please, really, I'm just curious what other parents do. I'm not saying you can't send money to Jacob, or that I don't know what to do with it if you do, or that we don't appreciate your thoughtfulness, or that you are wrong for doing what you do. I'm simply curious what other moms do.
It's Christmas, birthday, Valentine's Day, Easter, or just because I like your kid and I want to give him money, so I send a card through the mail. The card comes to your house, with a few dollars, or could be $20. What, as a parent, do you do when money is sent to your kids?
I've heard of some parents that save it ALL for college.
I've heard of some parents that let the kids spend it ALL.
I've heard of some parents that save it in a bank account, for now but, plan to let the kid spend his money later. (not the saved money but new money as it comes)
I've heard of some parents that save half and let the kid spend half.
I've even heard of some parents making siblings share it. For instance, 1 child has 1 father, the other child a different father - child 2 has to split all of his monies with child 1 as she doesn't receive monies from her father's family. I also think this is HUGELY unfair - by the way!
Leave a comment or you can email me what you think.
We currently put all of Jacob's money in a savings account and when I get enough, I make a deposit into his 529 college savings. When he gets older and understands buying things for himself, or things he wants, we'll let him spend his money as he wishes.
**Please, really, I'm just curious what other parents do. I'm not saying you can't send money to Jacob, or that I don't know what to do with it if you do, or that we don't appreciate your thoughtfulness, or that you are wrong for doing what you do. I'm simply curious what other moms do.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Jacob LOVES to get mail.
I said to Jeremy yesterday morning - it's going to be a good week, lots of mail for Jacob.
Last night, I was going through the mail and found a Valentine for JJ from Aunt Cindy and Uncle Ron (my eldest sister and her husband). I called JJ into the kitchen and held up his letter.
"A wetter? For me?"
Yep, a letter for you.
"For me?"
Yes, it's just for you.
"Open it?"
Yes, you can open it.
"Mommie, hewp me."
I start the corner for him and he rips into the envelope.
"Oh wow! A wetter! For me!" With a very high pitch squeal of delight!
He gets very into the card shouting "puppy" or "kitty" or whatever cute little animal is on the front - and white puppies are all "Woo-wie" Then he wants to know who sent him the card and he'll talk for the rest of the night about his mail and who it came from.
It's always the same conversation, be it Valentine's, Easter, Halloween - he doesn't care. He's not fooled by letters to 'Resident' or 'Occupant'. He knows when they're for him! It's gonna be a good week!
I said to Jeremy yesterday morning - it's going to be a good week, lots of mail for Jacob.
Last night, I was going through the mail and found a Valentine for JJ from Aunt Cindy and Uncle Ron (my eldest sister and her husband). I called JJ into the kitchen and held up his letter.
"A wetter? For me?"
Yep, a letter for you.
"For me?"
Yes, it's just for you.
"Open it?"
Yes, you can open it.
"Mommie, hewp me."
I start the corner for him and he rips into the envelope.
"Oh wow! A wetter! For me!" With a very high pitch squeal of delight!
He gets very into the card shouting "puppy" or "kitty" or whatever cute little animal is on the front - and white puppies are all "Woo-wie" Then he wants to know who sent him the card and he'll talk for the rest of the night about his mail and who it came from.
It's always the same conversation, be it Valentine's, Easter, Halloween - he doesn't care. He's not fooled by letters to 'Resident' or 'Occupant'. He knows when they're for him! It's gonna be a good week!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Mushy Learning Curve
I'm a week into my new responsibilities and I was hoping everything would be clearer, I'd have some understanding, some direction...but it's not and I don't. I had told my sister that I really want to just write...but I can't. Every time I try to put down a thought, it's like throwing bread into water. It turns into unrecognizable mush.
I've been reading emails and blogs without responses or comments because I can't put the words together to say anything that makes any sort of sense. I feel it's better to be quiet than to say a bunch of jibberish without true thought or feeling behind it.
I'm spending all day today in a conference room with my boss trying to understand his new expectations of me and trying to learn a new system. I also had to show him how our component tracking system works with our purchasing system. Systems, systems, systems! Honestly though, if it weren't for systems right now, I'd be wandering aimlessly.
As a family, we're doing okay - Jacob was sick Friday (2:00 AM) and I did 5 extra loads of laundry due to red Kool-Aid barf. Jeremy closed almost every night last week and Thank you GOD - nothing fell apart at home for once - our basement didn't even flood when all our snow melted on Saturday at 52 degrees!
I just wanted to touch base and let you know we're still here, not making sense, but alive and well. That's all that matters!
I've been reading emails and blogs without responses or comments because I can't put the words together to say anything that makes any sort of sense. I feel it's better to be quiet than to say a bunch of jibberish without true thought or feeling behind it.
I'm spending all day today in a conference room with my boss trying to understand his new expectations of me and trying to learn a new system. I also had to show him how our component tracking system works with our purchasing system. Systems, systems, systems! Honestly though, if it weren't for systems right now, I'd be wandering aimlessly.
As a family, we're doing okay - Jacob was sick Friday (2:00 AM) and I did 5 extra loads of laundry due to red Kool-Aid barf. Jeremy closed almost every night last week and Thank you GOD - nothing fell apart at home for once - our basement didn't even flood when all our snow melted on Saturday at 52 degrees!
I just wanted to touch base and let you know we're still here, not making sense, but alive and well. That's all that matters!
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Another Round
I know y'all have been eagerly anticipating my job's fate over the past week, as have Jeremy and I. We received word on Friday afternoon that the selections had been made, those folks had been notified and escorted from the building.
I, fortunately, am still employed, though 2 good friends are not. One on my team with 25 years of service and another gal with, I think two years. It's hard to watch some one's livelihood fall apart as they pack their personal items and head out the door. It's even worse to find the right words. I hope they know that my prayers are with them and I'd do anything I can to help them.
Speaking of prayers, thank you, all of you for your thoughts and prayers while we were waiting to hear if I would lose my job. I don't think I've prayed as hard in quite some time myself.
My job responsibility is going to change immensely over the next few weeks as I pick up pieces from Dan's loss. I assume I will meet with my manager on Monday and find out the gory details of what will be added to my role. Posting here will be pretty light for a while as I sort through the transition. Please know that I'll be reading about all of you when I can and thinking of you too!
I, fortunately, am still employed, though 2 good friends are not. One on my team with 25 years of service and another gal with, I think two years. It's hard to watch some one's livelihood fall apart as they pack their personal items and head out the door. It's even worse to find the right words. I hope they know that my prayers are with them and I'd do anything I can to help them.
Speaking of prayers, thank you, all of you for your thoughts and prayers while we were waiting to hear if I would lose my job. I don't think I've prayed as hard in quite some time myself.
My job responsibility is going to change immensely over the next few weeks as I pick up pieces from Dan's loss. I assume I will meet with my manager on Monday and find out the gory details of what will be added to my role. Posting here will be pretty light for a while as I sort through the transition. Please know that I'll be reading about all of you when I can and thinking of you too!
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