Here I sit at the counter in the kitchen of a duplex I have lived in for almost four years. I don't own this home, I rent it from the government for about $500 a month. Its an ok place to live in. There a many changes I would make if I owned it but Eric laid down the law about spending any more money on changes that we can't take with us. Not sure why I just rambled on about my living situation - just know that today feels a little strange.
Didn't get much sleep last night, Orion was uppity and the fussy monster was alive and well. He slept for 6 hours until 3:30am and then all hell seemed to break loose. Eric took him downstairs and I tried to sleep but you know that was an impossible dream. I managed to do OK at work today - fueled by coffee and the blue skies outside. It's funny how unimportant many things seem under a hazy sleep deprived fog. Like the fact that a these people who credential the hospital are coming on Thursday and I am supposed to know or care about QA/PI projects. In fact, I just recently learned what QA/PI stands for...Quality Assurance/Project Improvement. Did you know that?
I ordered a coffee table online - who in the hell does that? Overstock rocks for random things like that plus you can't beat their shipping. It cost $2.95 to ship to the middle of no-where. Well the much anticipated coffee table arrived yesterday and is still in the box. Anyone who knows me knows this is very out of character. I like to have shit put away and organized but I just can't seem to get my act together. When I do I will post a picture of the table.
My friend Karin turned 36 today. Her friend, Kathryn took her to this amazing restaurant in Seattle called Palisades. I have only eaten there once - for a work retreat - when I worked at Rotary Boys and Girls Club. It was fantastic and I wish I could eat there right now.

My Little Gansta Boy...





3 months old and not too happy to have his picture taken tonight!



I am so freaking tired right now. We have been out of town for the past 5 weeks and we screeched into Fort yesterday afternoon in time to unload the car, get the 10 boxes of mail that were on hold, eat dinner and head out to a new years eve celebration. Don't get me wrong it has been a great break from life on the rez but man oooohhhh man does it feel good to be home and sleeping in my own bed. Now if I could just convince my son it's ok to sleep in his own bed. Orion is crazy today and I really can't blame him...we drag him through 5 states, lock him in the carseat, keep him out late and pass him around like a good drink. We are working on this sleeping thing and holy shit nobody tells you how hard the sleeping thing can be. Nights are fine its the naps during the day that are killing me. I wish I had more days before I have to go back to work. I am scared that I won't like my work as much because really does any patient need you more then your child?