I was up at 5:00 am today. Mostly because my husband’s alarm clock went off then, but then I couldn’t go back to sleep because I have a big test in anatomy & physiology today that counts for 20% of my final grade and I am nervous. So then I got to thinking. I’m going through school for my future career. And then I started thinking of careers. There’s never been anything I’ve wanted to be other than a radiologist. (I mean, once I was old enough to know what that was… before that, when I was really little, my mom says I always wanted to be a nurse.)
And that led me to thinking about people who blog as a career. Which is just crazy to me! I don’t have enough to say that I could make a career of this. Also, that’s way too much pressure to have to churn out a blog post per day. I would think that blogging would become NOT fun after a few weeks of that. Even if it was profitable.
Here’s what I want out of my blog:
- I want to blog when it is convenient for me, when I feel like it, or when I’ve got something to say.
- I don’t want deadlines. A deadline for the occasional review is fine, but I’ve even been turning product reviews down lately because I’m afraid I won’t be able to get them done by deadline; my school deadlines take precedence.
- I want to go to BlogHer 12 this year. First, because a bunch of really cool chicks I know from around the internet are going and we have big plans to spend the entire thing inebriated and second, because it’s in NYC and I love NYC and my very awesome friend Denise lives there. So I actually have made it a goal to blog a little bit more this year so that when I meet people at the conference, I can actually feel like I belong there. (Um, so, if anyone would like to sponsor me, that’d be completely awesome and I’d totally pimp your stuff all over the place here. Just, you know, FYI.)
So, see? I don’t have huge goals for total internet dominance. I’m just here for fun, for when I have a minute, and to share pictures of the offspring for our family members and friends that live far away from us.
I woke up early this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep. Oh well, I thought. I’ll just get up and I’ll have some time to myself to drink my coffee before the kids got up.
I started my Keurig, stuck a K-cup in, and hit the button. Before my cup was full, my son was up. He’s been having horrible allergies and started coughing immediately, waking up my daughter. The cats love to stay outside overnight but they want in as soon as they hear voices inside, so they started meowing at the door.
Maybe one of these days these children and animals will learn not to mess with Mommy til she’s had a cup of coffee.
Fall classes start today… three online classes and my first in-person class in TWELVE YEARS. Eep.
In honor of my good grades and the fact that I ran my booty off for a month and a half, I decided to treat myself to a little mini-trip to Reno. I needed to do a bit of shopping and I needed to hang out with a buddy of mine.
I needed these things.
I needed some me time. I needed some time where I didn’t have to be in charge of anyone but myself and I didn’t need to be anywhere at any specific time. I needed to sleep in and spend many hours reading in silence (on my new Kindle
!! WOO!!! LOVE that thing so much!!!) I needed to eat foods that are terrible for me and too salty and complain about how miserable they made me feel. I needed to get a little buzzed and people watch and giggle a lot.
Sometimes I just get so busy being Mommy that I forget to be Rachel. Trips like these remind me.
So I just got back from doing that this morning. And I’m tired. And I’m happy.
And I’ve got a million things to do, including but not limited to:
- wash many loads of laundry
- clean the kitchen floor
- pack for myself and the kids so that we may leave for Wyoming tomorrow
- call and finalize plans with my house sitter
- go get the oil changed in my car
- shop for food to eat during the trip so we don’t spend a million dollars in restaurants
- clean bathrooms because… seriously. Ew.
Summer, man. Always on the go. I’d really like to read and then go to sleep. Why isn’t this an option?
Well, I did it. And it was hard. I did my summer semester AND I worked part-time.
And you know what?
I’m crazy!
Seriously, was I effing nuts thinking I could do all that, no sweat? To women out there who work and go to school and have kids and husbands and houses and their houses don’t look like tropical storms swept through and laundry isn’t piled up to the damn ceiling and you can walk across your kitchen without sticking to the floor: I salute you. Seriously. No, I don’t even salute you. I bow at your feet. I gaze at you in awe.
That was the hardest five weeks of my life. I have never been so busy and felt so rushed.
I thought I was going to have to hire someone to poop for me.
All done now though. I turned my English 102 research paper in on Thursday and submitted my Political Science final exam yesterday. I don’t know yet how I did in political science. An A, I hope. But English? That’s my subject. I got a perfect score on my paper. A perfect score. My professor praised my paper and said she thinks I should have it published somewhere. That makes me feel amazingly good! The effort DID pay off.
I also turned in my resignation at work. Today is my last day. I’m enrolled full-time for fall semester. Five weeks of not even having time to breathe about did me in, I can’t do it for four straight months. I’m a bit sad- I do enjoy that job, but something has got to give and it cannot be school or my time with my kids. So, the job goes.
I haven’t exercised in nearly two months. I feel like total crap. Tomorrow, I am back to it. The kids start school on August 22nd. My semester starts August 29th. I have a few weeks of down time and I intend to make the most of it.
