Adam back in 2009 with baby Henry
...or working on the night shift at the hospital. Whatever.
The month of August has been a month of 5 p.m. to 5 a.m. shifts for Adam at the hospital and, I gotta be real honest, I'm not a big fan of night shift working. By the time Adam gets home (between 6 and 6:30 a.m. usually) and gets into bed, the kids are up and breakfasting and Adam then needs to sleep until like 2 p.m. The fabulous thing, though, is that next month (which begins in three days, aaaaah!) Adam will be on a super nice schedule- Monday through Friday, 8-4. What?! No call? No weekends for September? I will eat it up with a fork and spoon and chase it with a nice cold glass of marital bliss.
In other happy news, I looked at weather.com today and for the FIRST TIME in I don't know how long, there is a day in sight without a three-digit high. That's right, on Friday, the high is reportedly only 93. Praise the Good Lord! We haven't had a two-digit high since June, I might need to get out my shawl.