WICKED WITCH IS SUMMER RETURNS...

Since the exit of my children from school for the summer, I have offically turned from my usual lovable self into the Wicked Witch of Summers past...

randomly shouting things like "what is that on the floor that resembles grape jelly??" and "for the love of God, get your chores done!!"

I have instuted a chore chart...again, witch may or may not, clarify WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE EVERYDAY in this house for it to run smoothly.

Unfortunatly, my resolve to teach the kids to be responsible for their chores usually only lasts about 48 hours, after witch I give up and do everything myself once again.

School is not getting easier. I once again have two hard classes at the same time. I am somehow, muddeling through but am by no means head of the class. I feal I will be lucky to make it out alive. On a positive note : I get to do labs in school, meaning that I get to place ECG stickers on the bodys of brave volenteers, and also poke classmates with small lancets...actually funner then it sounds!

excuse me, must go enforce the "all chores must be done before lunch to get credit for them" rule....hope we all survive summer, and manage to have some fun!

QUIET...BLISSFULLY QUIET.

Amist the noise and confusion that is my life, it is a rare moment when I can be at peace. TRULY AT PEACE. When I can just SIT.
Without.
thinking.
About what I SHOULD BE doing.
About who needs their bum changed.
Or the dishes in the sink.
Or the bills piling on the counter...begging to be made out.

Things are just quiet around here today

. Maby we are all just tuckered out already with trying to get used to these new summer hours.

Maby the stress wears on us all, waiting to consume our waking hours with a flame of work to be done.

I CHOOSE THE LIFE I LIVE. And for the most part wear the stress with a smile on my face. Latley though, I have been feeling worn down and tired.
Glad tonight is quiet.

OUT OF ANATOMY!!!

The last three weeks I have been a hermit. A reclusive, awnrey, nasty old lady. With a computer or a book stuck infront of her face...and now I am finished with that class, and on to the next one!

It is alittle bitter sweet. The last week of class has actually been really nice. Sure the pressure to do well was still there, and the impossible notion that I can learn everything there is to know about anatomy in one month...well, we all knew that wasn't going to happen. Rite?

But it is a baseline. I know the basics of anatomy.

Two weeks into the class I thought I would fail it, and have to re-take it.
Three weeks in I had alittle hope, and was muddeling through.
Now the class is over, the tests are graded, the pressure is off. And I am blissfully free for one weekend, before the next assult on my senses. The next, constant pressure.

We are having a Birthday party for my Hubby this weekend and I, for one, am planning to make the most of it! And party my ass off! I earned it!

Incedently, my grade for the class is an A !! ( how the hell did that happen??)
I will take it, be grateful, and run like hell!!!