Getting the job done.

I miss coming to the blog every few days and rambling on and on about the kids and then from time to time posting something that might actually be useful to people. I have composed many posts in my head since going back to work full-time at Rourk's office, but there never seems to be enough time in the day to do all that needs to be done and especially not enough time to sit before the computer and write and move aimlessly from one blog to another.

But in the few minutes that I have while Lilly is sleeping, Rourk is working and I am waiting for Ryan to get home from school I want to share that life is good. I didn't want to become Rourk's office manager. I fought that for almost five years, digging in my heals and basically refusing to do it. I only conceded out of financial necessity; dentistry isn't immune to financial downturn any more than the next business. The first few weeks were miserable because I thought I knew what was going on in the office, but in reality I didn't have a clue. I have spent the better part of the last month drowning, overwhelmed by the magnitude of work there is to do there, but my head is above water now. I am feeling confident and in control.

Rourk and I are working well together. I hardly ever see him at he office. He's in the back doing in his thing and I am in the front doing mine. Our paths only cross when I seek him out to answer a question that is beyond my scope of dental expertise. He comes to me when he needs to know something about a patient's insurance or he needs me to follow-up on something for him. I think we're a good fit.

Ryan and Lilly are resilient. They have adapted to the changes much easier than I have in the last month. Ryan's biggest complaint has been that he doesn't want to get up when it is still dark outside. I can't say that I blame him. And Lilly is my happy-go-lucky girl. She's up, ready to go to school and loves playing with her friends. Most days when I pick her up she tells me that she isn't ready to go home despite the fact that she has been at school for nine hours. I take that as a good sign. (Nine hours, I can't believe I just said that my baby is at daycare for nine hours each day.)

Ryan even comes to the office for an hour or so each day. Everyone loves him and given the chance he charms our patients with his smile and by introducing himself as "Me Ryan." He's also responsible for shredding paper each day. I think he's earning his keep!

So we've done it--The Freeman crew has pulled together, hunkered down and got the job done.