Time is not my friend. Time is the thief that steals my children. 6 1/2 years later I watched my sweet Easton walk into his first day of first grade, and I said to myself, “Only 11 more first days of school for him, and then he will leave me.” I don’t know if all moms think that way, but I do. And then I think of all my children leaving me alone and us being empty-nesters (this is really a whole lot closer than one might think it is) and what sad sad state of mind you will find me in.
Easton did great. He was nervous this morning, he barely ate any breakfast, and when I said our morning prayers he told me to pray for his tummy because it was hurting. He was just a little apprehensive of his first day as I’m sure so many kids are the first day of school. He said when I picked him up that his first day was boring because all they did was play and didn’t do any school work. That’s my little weirdo :). He said P.E. was a lot of fun because the teacher was funny. He’s not always a kid of many words, especially after school. He’s probably like me. Let me adjust to being done with work and or school before I want to be all giddy and talkative. He was the handsomest little thing on the playground, though. Yes, he did eat green beans for breakfast like he does most mornings that I’m not out of them.
I felt sad a lot of the day with him being gone, but school started for Jacob and I today too. I spent several hours trying to find my way through my psychology course, having to take quizzes to unlock the course overview and then a quiz to unlock the syllabus and a million other tedious unnecessary things like that. Once I finally got into the week 1 assignments (after going on a treasure hunt for more clues, seriously) there were a gazillion assignments on top of the reading and a book review due. I could tell that this professor was going to take up my time with a bunch of unnecessary assignments, so after taking 4 quizzes, reading 2 chapter summaries, posting in 2 discussions, and reading a 60-page PowerPoint, I made a wise a choice to drop that class. That was all just today’s tasks, and there were more that I didn’t even complete. For crying out loud, I am a full-time mother with a 4-month-old baby taking 3 other classes, one of them being chemistry. The last thing I have time for is tedious work. I hardly ever get instructors that are like that. Her class was so ridiculous, glad I dropped it. I’ve taken many on-line classes, and that was just absolutely ridiculous. And for heaven’s sake, it was only Psychology 101. Joe’s class last semester was nothing like that, I asked him. I have 3 courses left, and so does Jacob. We are taking the same Anthropology class, so that should be helpful.
Even though Easton was gone, we still managed to smile after I got rid of my giant headache of a psychology class. It took up so much of my day, so I didn’t get to give Teags a whole lot of time. But we did practice our letters and shapes.
I worked on this darn piece of furniture a lot last week, but it’s so dang hot in my garage that I quit caring about the paint job I was doing. The paint was not covering at all, and after 3 coats I finally said, “I don’t even care anymore.” I have to finish glazing it and then distressing and polycoating it, but it’s my worse paint job ever. The left side is not done at all, but I need more paint. It’s too hot in my garage to think of painting any more furniture in there for the months of August or September. Since the left side is against the crib, I’m not in a hurry to get it done. Not in this heat.
After we picked Easton up from school, we came home for a bit before going to my mom’s to have a little happy night for Joe and Laura’s engagement. We had some pizza, chatted, and let the kids play. We left my parents’ later than I had hoped to, but all was fine. I’ll just have to get Easton up early to shower.
Well my husband is in bed, and I’d like to go get my snuggle on, so I’m off to join him.
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