...or at least these last couple weeks. Whew! Double Whew! (not to be confused with "W"). I feel like I can finally take a deeeeeep breath.
So here's a recap from most recent to most recent past. Today, regular work day. No prob. Took care of Sweet Lizzy. (she can patty cake now - I am in love) Again no prob. Dance recital pictures. Prob. Ugh!! I so thought I had everything organized, but didn't. We made it though. The girls looked really sweet - even though their mother got a bit snappish. What is up with their mother anyway?
Yesterday, it was Mommy and Maren day. Maren has been out of preschool for the past week. Sewer back up at the brand spanking new preschool. Can you say how nasty is that? E-coli and salmonella, and shigella just kicking up their heels at preschool. Makes even a nurse cringe. (They are replacing all carpet and flooring but I am taking my petri dishes along on Monday and taking samples just to be sure.) Anyhow, I was way too busy doing mani-pedis, going to the park AND the library and playing Barbies to blog. I did some Spring cleaning in our bedroom though. Do you think it is bad to need 2.7 Swiffers to adequately clean my blinds? Those petri dishes sure do come in handy. So do Swiffers. Why couldn't I have invented Swiffers? Then I would be lying on my own beach somewhere with a margarita in my hand instead of a Swiffer.
Last Tuesday, I got my Advanced Cardiac Life Support Instructor certificate. Now I can officially teach people how to save a life. The Fray has it all wrong.
Saturday, I worked in Babyland for a bit. Do you have any idea how fun is to take dismissal pictures of new babies and their families as they are discharged from the hospital? Do you know the hospital actually PAID me for this? Too fun, too cute. Proud papas, wide-eyed big brothers and sisters, and mommas in that weird transition phase of being proud and satisfied of a job well done, yet knowing the real work is just beginning. What a glorious and terrifying thing to be a new mom.
Thursday I worked the cardiovascular clinic. We did have a surprise cardioversion added to the schedule. I was not in charge of the "button". Amazingly enough, we got Bob and Dr. Wanner out the door on time for once.
Every other day between was just a normal work day, but I have had lots of new people. I really love my job in cardiac rehab. I think only the coolest people have heart attacks. If you are a nerd or an inconsiderate dork, you are in the clear, because I have yet to have one walk through my door.
Oh, I forgot to mention last Wednesday was my last VP3 class. I will miss the people I have met there horribly. Oh, I will still see them in church, maybe around town, but hopefully not in rehab, because the are all REALLY cool. Even John F. who use to scare me a bit. But the context of why and how and the reason for us being in that place at that time will be missing - and there were some God moments let me tell you. It seemed like every week at 6:30 -8:00 at Trinity church, there might be another chance to witness one. I will miss that. That does lead me to the question, and the title for this blog post. Where have I been all my life? I sometimes feel I am so busy "doing" life that I am not really "in" it. I sometimes feel I know OF God, but don't really "know" Him. If I took anything away from this class, I want and need to be more present in my life - and look for Him there too. If you ever get a chance to do a VP3 class, go for it.
That about takes me back to Easter, which was so very bloggable. Hold that thought...