Why am I awake?

I was wondering the same thing, and not just, "why am I awake?" but "why are Kat and ita awake too?" And the thunder hasn't even started.

midnight Xmas shopping? What craziness is that?

Total. It's for procrastinating parents who didn't buy stuff while school was still in session and now can't shop until the kids are in bed. DH is picking up the last part of Isaac's gift. It was supposed to be one Wii game, but he just called and there are now 2 more items in the mix. Oy.

Hi! I hope you are all asleep! I`m just getting down. Actually, I`m thinking about getting up and eating something. Concert was great, good crowd, good response, although no on liked them enough like us playing them on constant rotation for the past six months. But it was excellent and well recieved, so I am happy. Show went long so the party was small, ended up being mostly our students. Which was fun, and I finally just kicked them out. And they were good guests and actually there isn`t much cleanup left for tomorrow. We will have a nice clean house for the rest of break! I am wiped and wired at the same time.

Ugh. Got talking to an old college buddy at a party last night, and stayed hours later than I planned. Which meant I got to bed hours later than I should have. Good thing I can sleep in tomorrow.

You guys were up late! Good luck with today...

I sort of slept in, but woke up a couple of times. I should know to set an alarm whenever I can sleep in -- if I don't, I subliminally worry about oversleeping. Which, today, would have had to have been really severe to be a problem! Ah well.

Late night guests, both of the party and old friend variety, are such good things. As ever, I'm up. Actually I'm up even a little later than usual.

Being a regular care giver to a medically fragile/complicated critter, staying in a hospital is weird. There are all of the things for her care which are medical that I do at home (i.e., suctioning and feeding and the giving of meds and diapering) that are weird in a hospital because I'm not sure WHO is supposed to do it.

In a PICU or in a subacute facility, someone else would do all of these things and I'd just watch. But if I wait for someone else to do them here on a regular pediatrics floor (and Grace has NEVER been admitted to a pediatrics floor bed, always a PICU bed), they won't get done because a typical kid? Well, you just feed them or diaper them and that's what mom does.

I don't give meds, though I think someone didn't give her the singulair last night and it certainly won't be the first time it has happened, even at home. But suctioning is a gray area. We aren't in a 1:1 or even 1:3 situation and no RT is really available forever, so it's just easier for me to suction. But then do I have to tell them for charting?

And this is what I thought about all night and morning.

I can't wait to go home. Why is my crack of dawn earlier than the surgeons (okay, fine it's not even dawn, so my crack is even earlier, but I also blame solstice because in another season dawn would already have cracked)? Where are they to discharge us? I can't even order food yet because dietary is closed. Whose dawn is this again?

I order the food

Interesting dynamic on the news this morning. There's a horrid situation going on with a three-alarm fire where a brick wall collapsed and trapped four firemen. They got two of them out pretty quickly, then later a third, and it's unknown what's going on with the fourth.

But about ten minutes ago an ambulance left the scene and the two morning anchors have been speculating like mad that this means it's all okay. Finally, the traffic reporter broke in and is completely schooling them on all the reasons why you can't assume anything of the sort. Like, hard core. Now they're all "of course, you don't want to speculate yadda yadda". But seriously, they had the whole thing wrapped up and solved until she stepped in.

Fingers crossed that they do get him located and out. But it's been very interesting listening to someone actually speak knowledgably about what goes on at a fire scene while her colleagues just natter on about nothing.

Ugh. They've got the fourth guy out. But so far there's only word on the condition of one of them, and that is "grave". And all over a fucking abandoned dry cleaners.

(Also, today is the 100th anniversary of the Chicago Stockyard Fire, which was the biggest loss of life among firefighters ever until 9-11.)

Eek, brenda. That's awful.

In minor bad news, I can't believe tomorrow is a full work day at my job! They always close early before holidays! Possibly they don't realize that Christmas Eve is my big day, not Christmas, and I could really use the time.

Of course, I could be cleaning or wrapping now instead of just sitting here, but whatever....

Now that's just crazy talk.