|left- whitman, right - charleston on 5.1.12|
In other news -
My company has decided all of a sudden to continue to let me pursue training.
yeah. Weird. I guess because they couldn't make financial sense of me working remotely in my current position, they decided they didn't want to loose me afterall. So they've decided to let me finish my training to become a facilitator. I still feel a bit gun-shy about the whole thing but grateful nonetheless that I'll get the chance once again to do what I really love.
And in other other news
I'm now done with nursing. Completely. And also, all that breastmilk that I had stored up in the deep freeze?! OH yeah. They've totally burned through all that.
I was feeling really guilty about the whole thing until everyone's comments on some of my previous posts on the topic. So THANK YOU for that. Especially the one from my brilliant friend Aleisha about using the atonement to wash away guilt. Not to get all religious on you but Wow. What a novel idea! I am like a new person now (crazy how the atonement does that).
And especially with my new rigorous training schedule redux, there is no way I could continue to do both. I bombed my last training when I tried.
so yeah. There's that.
oh and lastly, I thought I'd include the awesome picture my husband sent me yesterday when I was at work...
|far left - grandpa leigh's legs, left/center - charleston, right - whitman: going for a walk 5.1.12|
"Uh. Forgot blankets. Using some sweat pants instead."
(Sweat pants, I'm sorry to say, that he found in the car that have been there since our trip to the hospital nearly 6 months ago...slightly embarrassing. And also sweat pants that I"m pretty sure Whitman was trying to eat - yuck!)
This reminds me of the time when I was in my father's care as a young girl and he had bought me pants that were too big. We went to the park and they kept falling down. So my dad got into the trunk of his car and found some stiff rope and fashioned a belt with a GIANT bow to tie/hold my pants up. I wish I had a picture of how ridiculous I looked whenever my dad was taking care of me. :)
There is a certain level of control you just have to let go of when a man is the primary care-giver.
On the other hand, they were dressed and he took them for a walk and kept them warm. I give a hearty thumbs up! He really does do an amazingly great job.
That's all I got for now.
Have a great day!