No More Curse of the Blue Shift

Blue shift = sick, puking kids that the exorcist would be proud of
Blue shift = H1N1 and a hospitalization for a sick little toddler that had a "virus" I was "overreacting" to.
Blue shift = our 18 year-old golden having dozens of seizures throughout the night.
Blue shift = our house being broken into and my entire sense of security being shaken. 
Blue shift = kids locking my keys in the trunk of my car.


In short, I am not a fan of the Blue shift.


So, as of yesterday, we are officially on the GREEN shift.


Yes, I know.  The curse of the Blue shift will catch up with us and things will always happen when he is on shift no matter where it falls in the rotation.  But for now, I am content to enjoy the honeymoon period.  And I have to adjust my Cozi calendar.


Last night he had 11 calls by the time I talked to him at 9:45pm and the tones went off as we were chatting. (Of course - dang tones!)  I am not sure what his night was like.  I am certain that his morning was crazy, given this zero visibility fog we have this morning.  I left him a barrage of "don't forget" messages that I did not get to last night, because he has to pick up the kids this afternoon since I have a meeting at the Cousins Center.  Hopefully, he listens and or reads them this morning.


I left him a surprise on his dresser, we'll see if he notices it or if he simply passes out from exhaustion.


Happy Hump Day!  Snuggle your kids and listen to your firefighter's chatter.

Those Dang Tones

We were on our way home from Milwaukee, just getting off on our exit when I heard the Muppets theme song coming from my purse.  J has the "house" phone since he can't find his.  The ring explains itself.  By the time I got it out, I missed him.  So, I quickly called him back.  We got about 45 seconds into our conversation, when that well known noise in the background went off - the tones.  I think it gets both of our hearts pumping, for very different reasons.  "Bye honey. Love you."




After so temper tantrums and tears (and not from the girls), we got everyone to bed.  Uniforms and clothes for school laid out.  Pups fed and convinced to come back into the house.  I got my syllabis taken care of and my Moodle pages set up.  I watched some TV and dosed during the news.  I turned off the TV around 11pm.  I jumped to awake at 3:56am.  


Did I miss his call?  Where is my phone?  Is everything okay?  Dang, now I have to go to the bathroom.  


And I am awake.


Find my phone, no missed calls.  But, I don't know if he is going to work at the Montessori or if he is going to the house in Milwaukee.  I don't know how his day and or night went.  We talk.  A lot and about everything.  I hate not knowing.


Damn tones.