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I FINALLY made the big decision ... *suspense pause with drumroll* ... I'm returning to work AFTER the new year.

My license renews at the end of January.  I'm missing about 40 hours to fulfill the 2 year requirement (crap).  In order to fill in the gap, I need 30 hours of CE credits.  $45 gets me a year of unlimited classes at an online accredited company.

Here's the kicker.  I like taking those classes.  It's a great way to re-learn, remember and get ready for a new job.  Win-win for me.  I looked the list over and there's some good stuff.

I've been stressing about not only WHAT to do, but WHEN to do it.  November and December have trips, holidays, company, etc.  New man on the job means crappy holiday choices and difficulty with time-off.  I was dreading it.  But I needed those hours before January -- that was the pull.  CE takes that urgency off the table.

This decision sits well with me, really well.  I know it's the one I needed to make.  A 50 ton weight is off my shoulders.  Hubby agrees and supports me (he'd support me either way though).  I also think this conflict was running in the background and adding to my funk.  When all is not right, when the path is off ... it manifests itself physically and emotionally.  I also know it's right because I'm EXCITED about returning to work now.  I like working.  I LOVE being a nurse.  Lordy, that took me so much time and effort to figure that out.

On more-good-news front, hubby is headed out of town today.  Why is this so good (besides the obvious bed-to-myself joy) ... I got to throw out the counter/pantry crap this morning.  Gone.  Done.  Not haunting me anymore.  It was stuff he got, didn't really like ... so it stayed ... taunting me, tempting me.  Good-bye.  He'll never miss it because he'll never actually finish it (and never remember it was there in the first place).

My hair day was good.  I'm VERY blonde.  Dare I say a little too blonde.  And I mean DARE.  Oh boy.  All my bitching and moaning and I'm TOO BLONDE?!?!  I like it still though, don't get me wrong.  Happy middle for next time?!?

Gigi is coming back to us -- I'm about 80% sure.  Her temporary mama doesn't adore her.  You have to adore her to accept her quirks and her challenges.  As soon as I get official word, I'm ordering a dog stroller so walks can be together.  Oh little Gigi ... my hearts breaks for you sweetheart.

I actually have lots to say today, but the post is running long.  I'll make a list so I don't forget for tomorrow lol ... my brain can crap out on me ... hello middle-age.

Later gators.