Old School

Every day for the past week - an alert has come up on my phone.  It reads "blog" - and every day I sit down, start to write and five minutes into writing I look at what I wrote get annoyed, delete it and shut down the computer.  So "improve my blog for 2014" has already gone out the window.  I think my heart hasn't been into it because I am preoccupied with a few other things.  Last week I decided to finish my masters - I had one class left.  Wednesday afternoon I contacted my advisor and low and behold classes started Thursday.  Perfect timing.  Not being one for hasty decisions, I threw caution to the wind and whispered to myself  "Don't worry everything will get done.  It always does." Last Thursday evening I left Matt, Grace, Petie and my comfy sweats at home and put on my big girl pants and went back to school.  A bit apprehensive of what the class and workload would look like I was dreading going to the first class - the "syllabus" class,  I call it.  And even though the next four months will be hard work, I was pleasantly surprised in my "can do" attitude.  Since that class, I have had moments of holy sh*t, what did I just get into? But I am ready to rock n' roll.

I've also been a bit preoccupied with Grace's 1st birthday approaching.  Planning a party - always fun but stressful, but it's not the party that my mind is preoccupied with, it's the fact that my baby is going to be one.  How did that happen? And even though the beginning months of her life were pure torture (not sugar coating being a new parent - it's hell),  I'm desperately trying to relive those earlier days.  The ones where my little girl fit perfectly in the nook of my arms...

Teach Your Children..