...because let's face it: It definitely beats being a punching bag.
To say our lives have been hectic throughout the last 11 months would be an understatement. Between school and work and homework and room mom and team mom and baseball practices and baseball games and trying to maintain a minimal amount of sanity, well...let's just say it hasn't been easy.
BUT.
It's been so worth it. My boys took a lot of "stressed out mom" moments and meltdowns, but the end result was a college degree and a decision (much to their dismay) to continue with my education at a local four year university. In a dramatic turn of events, I jumped off the nursing school train (just temporarily) and jumped on the BAS Interdisciplinary Studies with a minor in Secondary Education train. Say what?! Yeah, that's exactly what my family said, too.
Long story short? I want to be able to have summers with my boys while they still semi-like having me around. I want to be able to not worry about what date I need to sign B up for summer camps before all of the slots fill up, and I don't want to have to worry about paying for full months of childcare when I'll only use half of it.
Just call the Whambulance. I'm due for a check-up.
Anyway, as soon as I finished my 2-year degree in May, I applied and was accepted to UNT in 3.2 seconds since my Associates in Science was complete. It's doubtful that everyone in my family was on board with my choice at the beginning (my boys are still firmly in the "Mom, don't keep going to school camp"), but it seems like they're all super supportive now. Ish.
In an attempt to make a few dollars, I'm jumping into substitute teaching in the school district my boys attend, and at least one of them is horrified at the idea of having their mom as a substitute. I could easily turn down the 3rd grade teaching opportunities at B's school, but I wouldn't necessarily know if I'd be teaching any one of N's 8 7th grade classes. Sidenote: I think it's hilarious that he thought he was going to have 3 electives this year, only to find out that one elective is mandatory, thus not an elective, but still listed as one.
It's just one of those things that tickles my funny bone. Also, I whacked mine on the door earlier today. It was not funny.
The boys and I just got back from a weekend in Houston...our first one in a long time. B hadn't been down there since last October, and N & I hadn't been there since Spring Break. It was great to just hang out at my dad's; he has TERRIBLE cell reception, so I'm mostly cut off from the world except when I squint just right, hold my phone "just so," and text diagonally.
You think I'm kidding, but I'm totally not. It's THAT ridiculous.
SO, we have a week left until school starts for all of us: 3rd grade, 7th grade, and 18 hours of pure torture!
Who am I kidding? I can't wait for the chaos!
(I probably need to restock my K-Cups...)
Aubs
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