The kids are now dropped off at their grandparents, and I think they're going to have a blast. Kyle and I talked more about separating the kids, and we both want to hold off a little longer. He's been helping me 'crack the whip' as the saying goes, and not letting the girls get away with pushing back their bedtime by using the potty so much and/or playing around with each other. We don't want to separate them unless we absolutely have to.
After I got back to town, Kyle and I went out for lunch, and while we were out, I got a phone call. Wrong number. Normally, because we've been getting so many wrong number phone calls, I'm rude and abrupt with whoever calls. This time I wasn't. A person can't be mean to a sweet elderly lady that's having problems with her hearing aids. Only a handful of my readers will know this, but it made me think (and long for) Home Care (and, reaching further back, Extendicare) again. I sincerely loved working with the elderly, even though I was in the main office. That phone call warmed my heart, and made me realize that I would love to work in that environment again, when I return to the work force. But, in what capacity, and where? Work of that kind, in this small community is virtually nil. I think, contrary to what I believed while I was growing up, that interacting and being surrounded with the elderly is my calling in life (aside from scrapbooking). I just have a connection with them, and I have for a long, long time. We are drawn to each other by some unexplicable force.
So, I just needed to get that off my chest. I've been thinking on it since lunch this afternoon.
Thanks for joining me again tonight, and I hope to see you again tomorrow. Take care!