The HR lady at husband’s old job told him that if he didn’t use his sick time before he left that he would lose it, so when he called off last Thursday his boss asked if he was just going to use the rest of his sick time, which he confirmed so he told him just to bring in his work van and uniforms and cut his losses. Since he needed to drive his van in and needed a ride back, Jedi and I went with him. I was so proud of him because everybody kept coming up to say how much they would miss working with him and telling me that he was a good guy. We also had lunch with some of the people he worked with. I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time, it was a good time. Except for Jedi and his need to be painfully honest.
Like telling one guy that he was fat like Mario in the GameCube or asking Lavelle why he was brown. lol Even though I realize he’s a kid and he’s curious, it’s a little embarrassing cause I never know what he’ll say or how someone will react. Thankfully, no one was offended and they all got a good laugh out of it. They all informed us that they would be right behind husband out the door because he was the only reason they hadn’t already quit. Things should get interesting there. I’m just glad that’s over with. Well, I hope it’s done with cause that place is shady.
I’ve been waking up in the middle of the night feeling really nauseated and having to eat crackers. I don’t know what’s that about. Now it’s lasting longer. I manage to go back to sleep and then when I wake up, I feel sick until I eat, and I don’t want to eat. Couple that with the fact that I’m two weeks late and I might believe I was pregnant, but since the vasectomy after Diva was born, the 1% chance doesn’t scare me much, but would make life interesting.
Diva was doing the same off and on this week. She woke up three different nights this past week and threw up and then went back to sleep. Maybe that piece is just a bug or something. But God bless my husband because Friday I hadn’t eaten anything come mid afternoon because I was still feeling queasy, so he went out and got me a sure thing, Chicken & Dumplings soup.. Something about it always makes me feel good. If that wasn’t enough, he brought me home a beautiful vase of flowers and a cappuccino. I told him I was gonna get spoiled having him home and being so good to me. He doesn’t seem to care about that.
He doesn’t start his new job til’ Thursday so we’re trying to enjoy some down time and hang out together. Making it hard to plan any surprises for his 35th birthday ( this Sat) though.
Off to nibble at toast, again