My hopes for future children and much-needed relief from pain are centered around one thing: surgery.

Thursday is the day, people. It also happens to be my kids' first day of school. I'll be 2 hours away in an alternate unconscious state when my children step into their new 3rd and 5th grade classrooms. I'm deeply saddened that I won't be able to walk my kids into school as I have every first day of school since they started. Sure, they'll be ok. They may totally be ok with it, and may never remember it. But it sucks for me, still.

On the job front, my current place of employment got wind that I was thinking of taking a full time position somewhere else, and I was given an offer. My DON and administrator scheeeeemed. They got me a raise, are changing my schedule to overnight hours starting in September, and have given me extra shifts at our sister facility (which turns out to be about a shitload of money in OVERTIME.) So, all is good, there.