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Accidental Brilliance

5 am. The coffee just finished brewing. It’s loud. Very loud. 
I’m reading about health care systems for my fundamentals class today. I already have to start work on 2 presentations and study for a quiz and a test. I just want to go back to bed.

5 am. The coffee just finished brewing. It’s loud. Very loud.
I’m reading about health care systems for my fundamentals class today. I already have to start work on 2 presentations and study for a quiz and a test. I just want to go back to bed.

Monday Funday

My little one will soon be 5 and that means I’ve got to plan a party and perhaps make a cake. This year, I vow to follow all the directions carefully and not have a “fail”. I’m hoping she’s fine with a sheet cake with plastic figurines on top. That’s about all I can handle.

Eat cake- it’s always someone’s birthday somewhere….

Wild Raspberries

These wild raspberries are growing all around my compost pile. There are also several huge and healthy tomato and cucumber plants too. So apparently I can grow things…just not on purpose!

Wild Raspberries

These wild raspberries are growing all around my compost pile. There are also several huge and healthy tomato and cucumber plants too. So apparently I can grow things…just not on purpose!

This is how I got my almost 5 year old into the bathtub today. Proof that all you need to raise children is smoke, mirrors, and trickery. 
** Made with shaving cream and food coloring. Find more ideas on pinterest.

This is how I got my almost 5 year old into the bathtub today. Proof that all you need to raise children is smoke, mirrors, and trickery. 

** Made with shaving cream and food coloring. Find more ideas on pinterest.

Yesterday I attended orientation for my nursing program. 4 1/2 hours of meeting the staff, introducing ourselves, learning how to use the library remotely, accessing the mental health services on campus, developing study skills and time management, and listening to stories about almost killing patients. It was an overwhelming day as it brought the reality of my life for the next 12 months into focus. 

There are 35 of us in the program this year and we were told already that some of us might not make it. Maybe that seems cruel, but the Prof who mentioned it coupled this with a honestly sincere statement. If you don’t make it in this program, it’s not because you aren’t smart enough. It will be because life gets in the way. Life…that thing that will be going on around us as we stay in our fishbowl. 

Of the 35, about 7 of us have kids, 5 of us are former educators, and at least 10 others are CNAs, EMTs, or hospital/home care workers. We’re a mature group with much experience in the real world. For the next 12 months, they will be my end all be all. I should mention the professors are as equally as important. They WANT us to succeed and will do everything they can do to help us reach our goals. Need help with an assignment? Ask. Need help managing your school work and household? Ask. Feel like you’re losing it and need to be talked off a ledge? They’ll do that too.

Monday is the official start of the program; 2 classes in 3 weeks. Clinical starts the first week in September. Not only do I have to lean on my new classmates, I will need a solid family and friend network as well. People to take my children to school when I need to be on campus at 8am and others to pick my children up since I can’t be in 2 places at once (3 children, 2 different schools). People to pick me up when I feel guilty for missing out and others who will remind me it’s only a year. Only a year….I can’t forget this.

This weekend, I will get my self ready for a new adventure. Crock pot meals at the ready, school supplies purchased, childcare lined up… I will do this. One bite of the elephant at a time. 

Monday Funday

It’s mammogram Monday for me! Don’t get jealous ladies…your turn will come. Here’s hoping Monday doesn’t smash your boobs! Have a good one.

Monday Funday

It’s mammogram Monday for me! Don’t get jealous ladies…your turn will come. Here’s hoping Monday doesn’t smash your boobs! Have a good one.

Found this on pinterest tonight…

Found this on pinterest tonight…

True story. Now I look like I was stung by a bee or slept on my face all night. Damn you Lalaloopsy doll. I can’t be mad at my little one though because she wasn’t throwing it to hit me. It was more of a protest about sleeping. Alone. Without me. Now that I think about it, maybe it was on purpose….
(No, I know it wasn’t.)

True story. Now I look like I was stung by a bee or slept on my face all night. Damn you Lalaloopsy doll. I can’t be mad at my little one though because she wasn’t throwing it to hit me. It was more of a protest about sleeping. Alone. Without me. Now that I think about it, maybe it was on purpose….

(No, I know it wasn’t.)

When it came to friends, I used to joke and call myself needy. What I should have called myself was normal. It’s normal to desire strong friendships that make life a little easier. It’s not needy. Needy is calling friends all the time to help you through every problem in existence. It’s being dramatic and making your life more important than theirs. It’s not understanding that you are not the center of the world. 

Years back, I had two very good friends who were in similar life situations. We all had one child and we all took time off from work. It was easier to chat, compare experiences, give advice, and even get together. Fast forward to 10 kids later, one stay-at-home mom, one going back to school mom, and one teacher mom, we don’t have time to pee, let alone talk on the phone. I miss that simple time, when I didn’t feel like I was going through “this” alone. 

I’m not needy, but “wanty” of that time back. There’s nothing wrong with that. And if I want it, I need to pursue it. So there are 10 kids and their activities and different schedules…. True friendship surpasses all time and space. If I can find time to pee, I can find time to call. And true, true friends will even let you do both simultaneously.

When it came to friends, I used to joke and call myself needy. What I should have called myself was normal. It’s normal to desire strong friendships that make life a little easier. It’s not needy. Needy is calling friends all the time to help you through every problem in existence. It’s being dramatic and making your life more important than theirs. It’s not understanding that you are not the center of the world.

Years back, I had two very good friends who were in similar life situations. We all had one child and we all took time off from work. It was easier to chat, compare experiences, give advice, and even get together. Fast forward to 10 kids later, one stay-at-home mom, one going back to school mom, and one teacher mom, we don’t have time to pee, let alone talk on the phone. I miss that simple time, when I didn’t feel like I was going through “this” alone.

I’m not needy, but “wanty” of that time back. There’s nothing wrong with that. And if I want it, I need to pursue it. So there are 10 kids and their activities and different schedules…. True friendship surpasses all time and space. If I can find time to pee, I can find time to call. And true, true friends will even let you do both simultaneously.

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