Thanks, everyone, for your support on the issue of me not being able to purchase a Wii. I've come to realize, though, after talking it over with said mother (who owns a Wii), that I really don't need one. I am going to stop my hunt, for now. Maybe it'll find a way of stumbling into my path soon!

It's official. My orientation for the Nursing program is on the 14th of March. Excited? Yes. But also a bit sad. I won't be able to work more than 24 hours a week for the next 2 years - that's a major wage cut for me! Not that I'm the kind of person who is used to buying extravagant things; but Chris and I are fortunate enough to be able to afford, more or less, anything we want.

On top of me not working as much during school, Chris will be receiving a fairly substantial pay cut as well when he gets out of the military and goes to the police academy this fall. We will be ok financially, but we won't be able to have much fun in the process. I doubt that either of us will have time for fun and games, though (outside of the bedroom, that is...). And what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, right?

Right.

I try to stay optimistic about our life, and thank God for all we do have (rather than bitch about what we lack). But these next few years just seem so daunting to me. I just have to remember that this, too, is temporary. And that money, as important as it is at times, isn't everything.

Anyway, the reason why I brought this Debbie Downer moment up is because today was the first day I worked since Saturday. And I had to fight, tooth and nail, to get it! It happens quite frequently, actually - on the days that I have plans, I will get an early morning phone call from work asking if I can come in for a shift. Or, on a day or two stretch where I have nothing planned and no work for the week yet, they don't call me. At. All. I what you would call "on-call" status, especially this month, with my erratic schedule - I unfortunately couldn't give my availability to staffing so that they could give me definitive dates to work this month. So last night, I got a call from the night shift charge to come into work today - I said yes! She, I come to find out after waking up at 5:30 in the morning, thought I had said no. However, I was the one who had to stay, not the other CNA - it would have been her extra shift for the week, so it would be less costly to keep me on. Heh. And, I ended up getting work tomorrow as well. So much for the "dry spell". It lasted but a few days. That's really what I like about this job. I can sweat a little, thank goodness for all the days I have off, work it around my school schedule, and ultimately get enough hours that I need.

My mishap for the week. We all have them, every once in a while.