I overslept by 30 minutes this morning, and seeing that this is Hubby’s day off I conned him into getting the kids ready for school while I readied myself for school.
Got to class, bombed a math quiz as I was COMPLETELY unprepared for it (I won’t go into the details, but my study time Thursday got put to use on other important things). My computer class was boring as instead of giving class, we were given two different tests as part of a survey to determine what type of learners we were. Monday will be wasted when the people who gave it come back to do something else.
YAWN!
I got home and Hubby was getting ready to go jogging. I talked him into walking instead so we walked 2 miles together in the beautiful warm sunshine. I wanted it to go on forever, but I had quite a load of homework looming over me.
After the walk, I headed to a doc appointment, and then hit the library for an intended few hours of homework and study.
Note I said “intended” few hours of study. About an hour into studying I became aware of the fact that I couldn’t focus, and had a very uncomfortable cramping in my stomach. That was about the time I realized I had been running so late, and so focused on school and homework that I hadn’t eaten yet today.
DUH! No wonder I couldn’t focus! Not that I couldn’t stand to miss a few meals, it is not conductive to studying. So I packed up and headed home. I greeted the kids and Hubby, who made the most wonderful suggestion. Go to Taco Bell for dinner, followed by taking the kids to see Hell Boy. No need to ask me twice if this sounded good; I immediately bundled the kids in the car and asked Hubby what was taking him so long.
It was a typical Comic Book movie. Fun to watch, lots of action, campy story line and guaranteed to not win any awards for anything except possibly make up. We got a bonus in that the trailer for the next Spiderman movie and Van Helsing trailer were shown before the movie. Ho Mama! I can’t wait for those two!
Twenty-eight days and two hours until Van Helsing, but who’s counting?
Since my homework load is very heavy, and the kids have spring break next week, Hubby is taking them camping and leaving me home to plug away at homework. They will be going to the beach. Originally I was going to go with them, but I realized that if I go my homework will NOT get done. So, home I stay for 3 or 4 days flying solo.
Can you say “virtually no laundry pile for 4 days”? I knew you could!
Of course when they get back is another story, but I’m going to stay in denial about that until it is staring me in the face.
Just call me Cleopatra… Queen of Denial.