sometimes night shift sucks, but sometimes...

...sometimes it's not so bad, at all. last night caitlin and i had night shift together. while we waited for "the change" we talked and played with the babies. we talked about life, and get married, and school, and what we're doing with our lives, and the ecuadorian kids we're falling in love with. we talked about everything. and i liked it. the change (at 9, when we change everybody's diaper, clean or dirty) went pretty smoothly. i love the ones that stay asleep during it (like christian) and are so hard to move cause of all their dead weight. but i also love the older tres kids for not crying and for being helpful when trying to fit hands in onesie holes and such. then i got to enjoy a peaceful 4 hours of pretty sound sleep. when it was my turn to stay awake, the babies were pretty quiet the whole night. i had to sit on the ground by the swing little sam was in and push him the whole four hours, but i didn't even mind. it was worth it for him to stay happy and quiet.

i read my book. night shift lets me get so much reading done and i thoroughly enjoy it because i never have time to read. i also think a lot at night shift. like...a lot. for some reason i was thinking about high school? ew, right? but it started because i was missing my boys. the ones i spent my days and nights with. the ones that went to prom with me when we were sophomores so i could take pictures for yearbook. the ones that laid in my backyard and watched stars with me for literally hours. the ones that gave me advice and listened to me complain while we slaved away at work at hometown pizza (rest in peace, you lovely restaurant which was my place of employment for a whole year that is now unfortunately the new bar and grill, "the tavern"). the ones i'd go watch skate out in the cold. the ones who trusted me with their secrets. and the ones who spent more time with me than with their own girlfriends. would i choose to go back, for even just a day? never. but looking back now, was it great? absolutely. 

some days i just really like my life. some days i like who i am, and i like the way things have turned out. some days i can't help but smile and realize how truly, truly blessed i am. today, last night, i'm just having one of those days.