Five.

 

Today is my five-year anniversary at my job. 

I guess I can stop calling it my "new" job now, considering I've been a nurse at this job as long as I was a nurse at my old job now.  

Yep, I obsess over numbers -- in particular, years -- more than I care to admit.  It's hard to explain, because I don't like math, so it's not that kind of obsession.  It's like remembering dates, and license plate numbers, and ages.  For instance, it completely floors me that right now, our son is the same age that we were when we got married.  When I was his age (considering his birthday is in about 2 weeks), I was actually pregnant with him.  I can NOT imagine him being married and about to be a parent.  There are kids that were in his graduating class that are married and/or parents, and that just floors me. Even though they are the same age I was when I got married and had a baby.  Even my own mom, she was 21 when she had my sister.  So when she was my son's age, she had an almost 2 year old.  

Why is this weird to me? Is it a generational thing?  Is it because my son is my son and in my mind he can't be old enough to be married and having kids yet, because in my mind I'm not old enough to have a child that's old enough to be married and having kids?

Anywho...yeah.  Five years.  Doesn't seem like very long, but some days (like today) it feels like it's been forever.

On that note, I'm signing off and going to bed because, guess what?! I have to work tomorrow.  :D