When you're moving into a house with concrete floors and remodeling underway, things are covered in dust and debris and its hard to know what to do with your stuff. I mean, I don't want to move anything into a room where piles of concrete dust and tacking nails from carpet that had been pulled up and pieces of drywall are laying around everywhere. So I did my best to clean up- sweep, shop vac and pick up debris.
The glass shower doors from the downstairs shower were resting against the wall in the hall, so I picked one of them up to move it into the laundry room.
This is what it looked like when I picked it up:
This is what it looked like after it exploded in my hands before I even sat it down in the laundry room.
Considering that I was showered with glass, I felt protected and thankful that I walked away with a superficial laceration on my finger.
James got more done on the shower upstairs. A man is supposed to come with the cultured marble slabs on Friday to finish the job.
Almost all the work James has paid someone to help him with on this house- the septic install, garage door repair and automatic door opener install, and shower slabs- has come through Craigslist. Craigslist has turned out to be a pretty good resource for this move.
We have much more to do. It will get done, and we'll be tired.
I got my badge at today's orientation at the hospital. I was supposed to meet with the director of my department, but it turns out, there is no director currently in that department. Not sure what to think of that. The unit secretary who gave me my packet and said she would text me in a day or so with my schedule for next week, when I will actually shadow a nurse on night's shift, was very nice though.
I have a hard time not obsessing about work issues. When I'm not working as a nurse, I thoroughly enjoy the domestic business of being a homemaker and give myself to it gladly. But when I am working as a nurse, I find the hours, and sometimes days before and after keep my mind busy with thoughts. What ifs. Scenarios. Concerns. Anxieties. I'm fighting to keep those anxious thoughts running. Being busy with the stuff of moving helps. But most of all, I find myself casting all those cares on my Lord, because He cares for me. It's not good to be overwhelmed with anxious thoughts, but it is good to cast all those cares on the One who searches and knows my anxious thoughts already.