who needs sleep?

Hey my faithful friends, It's me again,
I am working again aalllll night! I am feeling a bit whoozy tonight. I have been up since 6:45 yesterday morning and I will need to be up until 7:00 this morning. When I called home at 9:00pm things were not going well for Nick. He sounded very flustered and upset at the series of events that had transpired since I had left for work. Apparently, Nicholas, 11 was hanging out at the soccer field with a friend, when suddenly the boys broke out in a spontanious wrestling match and from what I can tell, Nicholas now has an injured knee! ( So injured, that Nick doesn't think Nicholas will be able to play soccer this weekend.) That's bad because he is supposed to play 4 games this weekend! I also heard that my son Noah, 9 sort of accidentally splattered dad with red gatorade ( and all over the couch! ) I'm thinkin' dad was a bit "ticked". When I called my home my son Noah asks to talk to me and when I get on the phone, he whispers things like" dad's gone crazy"... " you have to come home !" They don't react well to being scolded.. oh well, I guess I picked a good night to be at work. ( hee,hee) I simply can't wait until I get home in the morning and find out how it all panned out.
Well, on to other subjects, as you know I work in an emergency room and I am here to tell ya, I think it must be "stinky -feet" night! WHEW! Ya know, I am down wind of the patients too! YIKES! It has been a very busy night. Nothing too exciting though.

Nicholas came home from 6th grade camp Friday and I still can't believe how calm he was about the whole thing. ( my baby is all grown up) I went to pick him up at the bus at the school, and as I wait with the other parents I scan the bus windows for my waving child ( don't see him though) suddenly they beging to let the children off the bus and all of us parents lean forward in anticipation ( almost rushing the bus ) . At last, I see my Nicholas coming down the steps. I step toward him and I notice that he looks the other way, I am worried my son will feel lost. I call out to him lovingly.. " over here nick", this child casually looks my way and gives me a "wait a minute" sign with his finger. ( what? My lost child is telling me " chill out"? wow! ) then he strolls over after finishing his business with whoever that was. I hug him and tell him how happy I am to see him and ask if he had fun.. ( I am expecting a whooping response, I get " yeah, It was fun')
Yep, he's a different boy. He is so precious. He had so many stories to tell us about horseback riding and canoeing and square-dancing. He told me that they must have top chefs there because all of the food was "great" I, of course ask what he ate, and his response is, chicken nuggets and pizza and pancakes and the like.. Oh.. that's different..( NOT!) Bottom line, he had a blast. Next week, it's back to the grind. Well, that's the update, until next time. c-ya