Holidays are coming to an end. We went this morning to the barber for back to school haircuts, my boys are looking very sharp.
I had to work this afternoon, my husband worked this morning, and boy 1 was at a friend’s house, so boy 2 had to come to work with me. So that I could hand him over to his father. As we headed down the highway, and saw all the bumper to bumper traffic heading north to the coast, for the last weekend of school holidays and the scheduled long weekend. I said to boy 2 “you and dad are going to have a long drive home”. “Yes this isn’t an economical use of my school holiday hours Mum. I told you that I should’ve stayed at home.” I burst out laughing, who knew that my 11 year old could put a sentence like that together. Yes he had nagged me to stay home and or go next door and play the play station.
Work this afternoon was incredibly slow, we figured that everyone was sitting on the highway and not in our waiting room. I worked with some of my favourite work friends today. When you work shift work, you form some very close relationships. Some very interesting conversations are had on slow shifts. On a night shift at 2.00am absolutely no subject is off limits. When you are eating Sunday dinner, with the same people that you had Saturday night dinner with, you have dinner conversation like you would at home with family. When you spend the whole Easter weekend working the same shifts, with the same people you form a strong bond. When someone asks for a shift swap so they can go to an event for their child or go camping with friends, because they have had to say no every other time, there is no hesitation in swapping.
Don’t get me wrong it is not always smooth sailing. However, I am very lucky with the core group of people that I work majority of shifts with. So this afternoon in between our work, we laughed and chatted seamlessly, we are all up to date on each other’s families. We know what everyone is doing for the weekend, we spoke of travel plans, investment properties, and we emailed ideas to one of my colleagues sons, on what to buy his godson for a gift all the way from New York. We mother lectured one of the young girls on her weekend away camping with a group of friends and boy that she likes. We sent loving and healing thoughts to a friend with cancer. We oohhed and ahhhed over baby photos. We sipped tea in between filing charts and letters. We walked each other to the carpark. We had a goodnight.
End of day 37
No traffic left on the highway.
Grateful to have healthy family and friends.