It's . . . wait . . .May? Like, toward the END of May? Huh.
Instead of struggling with the basic logistics of how that happens (such as time, sun revolutions, calendars, and the like) I will just instead declare that I am indeed done with the first year of nursing school. Done! With an A! It's true. I worked hard for it and those around me can tell. I received two text messages from friends inquiring as to what it was that they did exactly to make me mad enough to have nothing to do with them. I have tried explaining that no, my school had taken over my life. My time, for sure, and my thoughts when I wasn't dedicating my tasks at hand to school related projects. I always felt that I had something more to do, and that feeling hung like a dismal cloud over my head all year long. It's still there, it much lesser and slightly brighter form, since I am still taking some lighter summer classes (if one can call statistics lighter) and have some various nursing school tasks to tidy up before fall semester begins. One more year and I will have graduated and hopefully already have a job in place. I hope, I pray, that this next year flies by school-wise, but crawls along when it comes to my family and friends. Odd, that time thing.
Jeff is working diligently to pursue another career entirely, and I am supportive because it would mean a future that involves evenings spent together as a family. His night shift is horrible and I hate how our time together is so limited. Hard work on his part, hard work on mine, and hopefully a brighter future.
Faith has graduated pre-school, as they do apparently, which is cute/strange, but I got some really adorable pictures of her in a cap and gown so I'm behind this nonsense. What I am loving most of all is that the mornings are no longer a rush of waking, breakfast eating, sock-finding madness. We didn't even set the alarm this morning! That right there is one of the qualifiers of a "good-life" to me. Absence of alarms. The drawback to Faith being at home all day is that she and James have so many more opportunities for attempted murder of each other. It will never cease to amaze me how happy they can be one moment, with their original ongoing games, an ever-evolving storyline of stuffed animals with their offspring, to switching over to the dark
side. Their fights are maddening, with few amounts of actual harm done despite their best attempts. I don't want to be the parent that yells, but I am honestly predicting a summer of raised voices. I'm down with the truth.
Oh! And! I did something fun and physical and I did the minimal amount of training (if one can call huffing and puffing on a treadmill for a couple of weeks training) AND I completed it! Warrior dash, it was, which is technically a race, though my group just did it for fun. I ran a 5K with obstacles thrown in, and I have been insanely proud of myself for the past couple of weeks. I mean, me, queen of the lazy, scaled a fifteen foot wall! It's true, I say, and it inspired me a bit. It made me want to actually train and try again but aim for a competitive time. So, yay, summer may mean some sweat and muscle too.
Aaaaand. That's all. Hullo, blogworld.