Well what we had her do instead was work Thursday-Tuesday nights to give my in laws coverage and a full night's sleep while we were gone.
So that means that she did not work Wednesday and Thursday nights this week.
So while we are tired (correction:Benjie is tired. Dovi wants nothing to do with me at night. Or frankly during the day either. I am a poor, poor substitute for the All Powerful
"You know, it's kind of nice being just us in the house"
Now I must say that our nurse is MAGNIFICENT. We adore adore adore her. She adores Dovi. Dovi adores her. She has worked for us for almost two years. I have heard the nightmarish stories people have to tell about their nurses-no call no shows, drunk on the job (I kid you not. The child was total care. The mother is literally suffering from post traumatic stress disorder now from coming home and finding her nurse passed out on the floor next to her ventilated son. I'm not making that up), stealing, lying, etc etc etc. So I have a hearty appreciation for her nurse, her caring and respect for Dovi and our family.
But the bottom line? Have you been in my house? It is not big. It's actually rather small. I love it. It's cozy. Aside for the need for another bedroom (how much longer can Shana share with Elisha and Jacob? They are six. It's not good), I could not ask for more in my lovely home.
But five nights a week, we share our home with our nurse.
She is unobtrusive. Quiet. Kind. But she is also about ten feet away from my and Benjie's room. So we have lost a level of privacy.
Although I'm not sure if Benjie still felt the same way while giving Dovi his meds and changing him and his linens at 4 am.