Robin's Nest

Ever have a plan? One that goes exactly the way it should? Me either. Some days you get up and know just what to do and others it is noon before your first cup of coffee is even finished. Or brewed for that matter. Well for best laid plans it is 2240 and I am up waiting for the dryer to finish so that a pair of pants will be dry for number 10 to wear to school tomorrow. Oh and did I mention that she just went to bed 45 minutes ago? This is not the way to start the new year... homeschooling would be easier I am sure with these late hours.  Lucky me I have to be at work at "O" dark thirty so I won't be available to ensure that "10" gets into the correct pants unless I hang them right where they can get them. There are advantages to working at the crazy place. Like tomorrow I am due for jury duty, but I will be passing pills instead. No one else available to do it so it falls on the "manager". Should I wear the "tail-less" bunny suit or

My work is crazy at best, I know I keep saying that, but it is true.  Last weekend after celebrating DH's birthday with the family that is left, I received a call that a resident had passed away. It is always considered "suspicious" unless the resident is on hospice and this was one of those cases. So I stopped cleaning up from the party, turned the mixer that was churning butter off and put away the food that was still out and headed into work. Whenever I leave I am asked when do I think I'll be back, usually I never know exactly. It all depends on the police, the coroner and the funeral home, if one has even been chosen. Most of all it depends on the family.  As I pulled into the circle drive out front I saw a man rushing to get in. The sliding doors were still open but the inside  doors had already been locked. He probably thought I was crazy running at him with a hooded sweatshirt and a mess of keys in one hand. But he couldn't get the door open to get away

Funny thing I just discovered on this blogger thing... a comments button, tab whatever you want to call it.... I have comments that I never knew were there!!! I read them... everyone of them.  I better  keep my day job as a side hustle will not go well I fear. First post it notes and now comments.... Could things get anymore complicated?! This is why stray kids are easier... no buttons to figure out just feed 'em, love 'em and change their diapers when needed. Easy peasy if you ask me.

Well I have had an interesting weekend the mental health problems with my residents. It came to a boiling point Sunday. One of the younger ones, I say that because she is younger than I am, decided to confront me about how horrible I run things around here. The conversation was scattered at best and other resident names were drug into the mix by said resident until frankly I wasn’t sure where the  ranting had even started I left work emotionally exhausted and wondered, “why do I return?” None the less I was back at 0530 this morning waiting for the abuse to begin again. It did, like clockwork, let the good times roll.... and stubbornness hit me in the face as soon as the ranting resident woke up! I said good morning to the resident who was mad yesterday and asked what time she would like her meds and I would have them ready and she abruptly turned around and informed me that she is NOT speaking to me today. As she left the room she stated that she was only talking to Justin and Ma