Quick Update on what’s been going on in the Squally Fam House: Mama Bear has just finished week 2 of her 10 week summer internship/job with Banfield Pet Hospital. Papa Bear has his normal working schedule, which is no schedule at all, so he comes as goes as necessary to perform the functions of his job as a Family Intervention Specialist at Youth Villages. TeeTee Bear has been holding down the fort at the house and watching the favorite Muffin, Squally Muffin, as mommy and daddy run around with like a chicken with their heads cut off trying to work.
Let me tell you, Mama Bear does NOT like working long shifts away from Squally Muffin Bear. (Enough with the 3rd person). Y’all, I have been an emotional wreck for about a week now!! Big shout out to my hospital manager for slowly working me into my 8am-7:30pm shifts by starting me with 8am-5pm, but nothing could truly prepare me for all the emotions I’d be internally churning as I was genuinely learning and enjoying the functions of my job.
Last Saturday was my first 8am-7pm shift and I’ve been struggling to figure out the traffic patterns as to not be late for work. I live about 12 minutes from my job via interstate, but Knoxville drivers CAN’T drive, so what SHOULD take 12 minutes took about 35 minutes on my first day. So when I accidentally got to work about 15 minutes early on Saturday, I sat in my car not knowing what to do with my life. I called my husband, who was in Nashville for his Granny’s 85th birthday party. Of course he was asleep, but as soon I as started talking to him, I burst into tears.. why? I’m still not 100% percent sure, but I knew I didn’t want to be away from Lariah all that dang time!!
The work day wasn’t terrible, then again, its normally not. I went home during my lunch break, breastfed Squally, ran around a little bit (you know, prefolding diapers and shoving ramen noodles into my face), and went back to work! The work day went by fast enough because we were busy and when I got off at 7pm, I walked outside to find that my car had a flat! My FIRST flat tire ever, the one time my husband decides to go out of town without me! Anybody who knows me, knows that I don’t touch my car- as far as maintenance. I show up at Chevy for whatever the need me to and I go back home. So while I’ve seen a tire being change, I had 0f intentions of doing it myself. Lucky for me, my coworker’s sweet dad came from his house and put on my spare. I got home an hour late, but Lariah was alive and well and we got to play before she passed out much later.