Today was, um interesting. Our nurse was late (annoying to me cause Kendall doesn't wake up until 9 and I wanted to go back to sleep.) After she arrived, she visited with us for a while. She has a healthy granddaughter Kendall's age, so I got to listen to that for most of the day (sigh) in-between her soap-watching of course.
She was fine. I mean, I guess. I'm new at this. She was really kind and easy to get along with. She drove for 70 miles from her home to get here, so I doubt this will be a permanent assignment for her anyway. That part is frustrating because why did I spend the day trying to educate her on the way we do things with Kendall if she won't be back? I don't have time for that.
Tomorrow we have Ossie. According to the nurse today, he's eye candy. Sounds good to me. If that doesn't work, then I have one other option for someone I already know, and if that doesn't work out...I'm finished trying. This is exhausting. It sounded like a good idea....now I'm not so sure.
Any of you have advice on the tell tale signs of finding the "right" fit? This is worse than swimsuit shopping.