A New Love

I am SOOOO in love.

yah yah, of course I love Will. And the kids. And my progressing kitchen with the gas stove...

But, really, I am unequivically IN LOVE with school. I really can not express how happy I am to be learning things I've ALWAYS wanted to learn, trying things I used to pretend doing with REAL equiptment and not Fischer Price toys. I get super excited over my nursing courses, and am, somewhat surprisingly, enjoying the communcations and biology courses too. Perhaps, most surprisingly to those who know me best, the class I am liking the least is my English composition course. (which, I have taken before, but they STILL don't have my transcripts.) I'm an "english" girl, but this course--- BLAH BLAH BLAH. And honestly, when I have a patient/client with an issue, I highly doubt that my knowing how to write in APA format will come in handy.

I feel like a thirsty sponge-- LOVING the things the teachers are teaching, and wishing I could jump ahead a few years and just START. Let's all be grateful that I'm NOT, as I'm sure you'd like me to have a bit of further knowledge before I try being your nurse, hey?!

It has been a major adjustment in the house--
Will and I don't get a lot of 'us' time anymore. It feels like we have to physically SCHEDULE time to spend with each other, and I'm usually the one to blame. And really, how 'special' are...ahem..snuggles when they're planned EVERY. TIME?! With homework and a million books I need to read for class, by the time the kids get into bed at night and I get my work done, I'm absolutely exhausted physically and mentally and just ready to crawl into bed. My poor muffin is getting the raw end of the deal, with me not home to prepare meals every night and up and out the door before the kids are even up. He's left to do the early-morning seminary driving and the lunchbox duties, and, like this morning, he's in charge of finding winter coats and boots and gloves that match.

We got our first 'snowfall' today. Thankfully the roads weren't brutal, and the snow was polite enough to remain on the grass.

The drive is about 45 minutes, depending on weather and how many dumb trucks I'm stuck behind. I have been spending the drive there listening to scriptures, thereby doing my own "early morning seminary" like in the highschool years. On the way home, I'm mentally going back over the day's notes and lessons, singing Wicked songs in the process. Although I stress about getting home and fulfilling the other 'jobs' of taxi-cab mom, chef, maid and psychologist, Will and the children are usually very self-sufficient and have often made my job easier.

Although I feel like the old-lady in class (which, surprisingly, I am not even CLOSE to the oldest student in nursing), I am happily finding my grove and LOVING the courses.

Now, to figure out how to add more untired hours into my day to spend with Will. :)