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A little more…just in case

We are having some friends over for dinner. “I’ll keep it simple,” I said. “Just soup and sandwiches.” So onto Pinterest I go to find a few new recipes. “We should have variety,” I think. “I’ll make a few different kinds of soup and get different kinds of deli meats and cheese, so people can make what they want.” This turned into a trip to Costco. And Target. And Giant Eagle. And Kroger. I’m making chili. And Cream of Chicken...

Post-Conference Mom

As professionals, we attend conferences. Businessmen, salespeople, educators; attorneys, therapists, and home-based business folks; they all go to conferences. And so do trauma surgeons. Turns out, we aren’t as dumb as we look: one national trauma organization has it’s conference each year in January in a warm locale, usually Florida or Texas, and another major group meets out West at a ski resort. These conferences are equal parts learning, networking, and, I’ll admit it, playing! Travel from Ohio to…well, anywhere…can...

Post Call Mom: Four

Four miles pre-call. Four hours rounding in the ICU. Four exhausted but VERY hard working residents. Four AMAZING NPs. Four surgeons in-house. Four traumas in quick succession. Twenty-four admissions. Four hours of sleep. Four cups of coffee. Four miles post-call. Four telemarketer calls. (No, I am not Sanjay. I don’t know who Sanjay is. I am not Sanjay’s wife/girlfriend/sister/mother/cousin. Yes, I know you are Sallie Mae. You sound very legitimate ma’am. As you did the first time you called me…four...

Top 3

In our family, we have a little tradition we simply call “Top 3”. This is a game we play, usually at dinner time, when I call out, “Tell me your ‘Top 3’ of….” vacation, Christmas, the weekend, whatever the most recent time or event is. I torture them with my little game on vacations and holidays. I secretly love the little groans and eye rolls I get when I yell out “Top 3”!! Bwah, hah, hah…. Last summer, when we...