Last Day of Freedom
Friday is my last day of freedom. My semester starts bright and early Saturday morning. I shudder to think of the ungodly hour I’ll have to get up at to be in Oak Ridge at eight o’clock in the morning. I am not a morning person, by any means. Most of my Saturday will be taken up by Geology. The class lasts from eight to eleven, and the lab from twelve to three. That’s a long time to study rocks.
Chris will be taking care of the kids. Thankfully, he is on straight days right now, and can watch the kids on both days that I have classes. I am also taking Safety, First Aid, and CPR on campus on Monday nights in Harriman. Besides these two classes, I’m taking Art Appreciation and Principles of Nutrition online. A very full schedule, but it must be done if I want to graduate in the spring.
I’m going to miss the freedom I’ve had from homework since before Abby Jo was born. At the same time, though, I have really missed going to school.
I have a very full schedule this fall, beyond school. It looks like this:
Sunday: Church (a.m. and p.m.)
Monday: Karate for the kids and my class at six thirty
Tuesday: Bible study
Wednesday: Church (including my class that I teach)
Thursday: Karate for the kids
Friday: nothing so far
Saturday: Geology class
That my friends is a lot of stuff, but, lest you forget, let me point out that I am also homeschooling a first and third grader. I just throw in a four year old and a toddler for good measure.
Ay yi yi. I know I’m crazy. I know it. Everyone keeps telling me that I’m either wonder woman or that I’m crazy. I know I’m not wonder woman. She would have things under control. I do not. I’m constantly behind. The laundry is never done. The house is a mess as quickly as I clean it. If I think I’ve got all my plates spinning, I realize there’s no toilet paper and we’re out of milk. Definitely not wonder woman.
I’m okay with a little bit of crazy, though.
I like the way Simon Tugwell put it. “Maybe the best way not to go mad is not to mind too much if you do go mad.”
