santa, you just totally redeemed yourself.

We visited the pediatrician's office on Christmas Eve.  I was sad, my little one wasn't feeling well. This was our first sick visit...ever.  Diagnosis: ear infection.  Santa gave Lucas a 10 day course of antibiotics for Christmas.  Umm, big guy in red, we need to talk about that.  You sent his very first ear infection on Christmas?  Look at this face!  [And those eyelashes!] Come on.

But we really did have a happy little sickie.  He was just a little puny and didn't eat well for a few days, but still.  So sad.

Then Santa pulled through.  See, I was supposed to work on Christmas Day.  Here's how it works...we can pretty much assume that we will be low census on Christmas (traditionally this has proven to be true) so we don't need as many nurses on low census days.  So to be fair, they draw names out of a cup (literally) to determine the order in which people will be offered the call-off.  And true to form, my name was drawn dead last.  L.A.S.T.  So I knew I would be at work on Christmas Day.  (I was scheduled to be on for Christmas simply because it was my turn, that's just how the cards this year fell.) So.  Enter Christmas morning.  It's 5:00 a.m. and my phone rings.  In my sleepy stupor I fumble around and answer the phone.  "Hello?!"  And I hear the most glorious words I have ever heard [well not really] on the other line:  "Hey Ashley, Merry Christmas!  Would you like to be called off?"  And in my sleepy stupor I start swatting at Brandon, waking him up saying "Brandon!  It's work!  What do I do?!"  As if that was even a question.  He yells back at me, "TAKE IT!"  Then I'm snapped back into reality and scream "YESSSSS!" into the phone and ask a million more questions like "how in the world is this happening" then I try to go back to sleep, knowing now Santa can really come on Christmas!  (Instead of the day after, which was the plan.)

More on Christmas later.  For now, Santa, you totally redeemed yourself.