It’s my last work shift of the week! Woohoo!
Just like the last six nights, the hospital was filled to capacity, which meant I was working non-stop ‘til the clock struck 8:00 a.m. Luckily, I managed to find enough time to eat everything I packed, including a grass fed PaleoKit, coconut flakes, and a container crammed full of leftover Kalua Pig and braised cabbage.
When I came home in the morning, I took a nap for a few hours before transitioning into full-time mommy mode for the week. Unlike one of my typical flip days, I slept a little longer than usual and gulped down an espresso with cream when I got up.
I was a little apprehensive about getting too much sleep and filling myself with stimulants, but I knew I had a long day ahead. For the next eight weeks, I’m taking a course taught by Tori Ritchie about food writing for mainstream media and blogs. Sitting in a classroom on Wednesday evenings immediately after getting off a 7-night stretch of overnight hospital work is gonna be a challenge. I’m sure I’ll be a total zombie, but the sleep deprivation will be worth it.
Before tonight’s class, I spent the afternoon shuttling the kids to activities before coming home to make dinner. I pan-fried a batch of Turkish slider burgers that had defrosted in yesterday’s meatastrophe…
…and served them on a bed of nuked green beans.
After dinner, I sped over to my class and spent three hours learning how to properly structure a recipe. Lemme tell you: There’s a ton I’ve been doing wrong all these months! HOW HAVE YOU BEEN ABLE TO STAND THE SHEER CRAPPINESS OF THIS BLOG?
Even though I was super sleepy, the hours sped by and I left my class super-duper inspired. I can’t believe I’m enjoying school — let alone a writing class. It’s so damn ironic because my recurring panic nightmare since childhood is being in English class and being told to write an impromptu essay.