This too shall pass...

Crystal snuck in a post on me today, shes a crafty one, so if you didnt read hers, make sure you do, it has an awesome picture on it :)

Now, on to my post.

As much as I dislike my job, I have to give credit where credit is due. They have a thing called CISM (which I think stands for critical incident stress management, or something along those lines). How it works is, when you take a particularly nasty call that effects your ability to do the job, you get to go home...and, news to me, you can take the next day off too. It doesnt cost you anything, no sick time, no vacation time, nothing. I've never used it before so wasnt sure how it worked exactly, but thank goodness Shay was working the day I had this call. I dont think I would have been so receptive to the help had it been someone I dont consider a good friend. She took me out on the patio at work and we talked about the call and how crappy it was, then she told me I could go home. So I took advantage of it and left after that call. Shay talked to Crystal at work and told her to tell me if I didnt feel up to working today to call her and she could take care of it for me. Again, thank goodness for shay. What little bit of sleep I did get wasnt good quality sleep, and all I could think of was that call, picturing the poor kid laying there bleeding from every hole in his head, and the sounds of mom vomiting in the background. Needless to say, I wasnt ready to come back to work. I probably should have just called the sup's and told them, but I wasnt in the mood to be questioned about it, not that I think they would have, but still. I called Shay and she took care of it for me and I took the day off. It ended up working out good in several different ways, Crystal got to catch up on some sleep, and I got a ton of daddy time in with Elliot. We watched tv, watched the cars drive past the house, walked around in the yard, had a bottle of milk and just relaxed. Being home was just what the doctor ordered, I'm still spending a fair amount of time thinking about the call, but its better than it was.

After Crystal got up, I decided it was time to let out some aggression, and what better way to do that than pounding nails into wood? So, got the lumber for the new front porch that had some rotted out posts and I knew would have to be fixed before we could close the deal on the house, and got cracking. 2 hours later, the new porch was born:

Monday Steve and Ronda are coming over to help me patch a spot in the roof. Then the house is truly done! All that will be left at that point will be packing packing and more packing.