In parts

My children, aside from being the most beautiful creatures of the natural known universe, are sometimes just normal kids who do have a tendency to be difficult. And this is fabulous to me because I do this constant back and forth of ... 'OMG my kids drive me up a wall!' (yup I'm that lady that uses that term "up a wall" then I notice I use it and I say 'yup, right up THAT wall' and realize how lame it sounds) then I think how lucky I am to have these kids that drive me up that wall, where ever that wall is ... who knows really, yes I realize it's a lame statement. So R is great, doing well in school, from her work that comes home I see she is REALLY trying. I think she's doing better than last year, still having trouble with some reading and writing BUT her math skills are great! M is, well she is the vehicle for which I am usually found up the wall, and my parents can be found there too. She is three, a stubborn three, so maybe she is in fact a "normal" three. We will be keeping an eye on this one though.

My school, we are coming up on week 5. I have had our first exam, passed with a 87%. I was happy to have passed BUT was really wanting a 90-something-% ya know! Ah well, study harder next time. Next exam is on October 13th on two units. The one after that is on October 27th. These next few units are going to be PACKED full of HEAVY material. We have physical assessment, medication calculation, IV, blood hangs, suction and wound care check offs coming up. I saw a written assignment and also care plans coming up as well. Get EXCITED!!! I am loving the material and the instructors and the fellow students. I only hope that things keep going this well and no gigantic wrenches get thrown in.

My work, meh. I am fine with what I do, thankful to have a job, I like most of the people at my place of employment and am happy to have benefits. However there is someone that I have direct day to day contact with that there seem to be some struggle with lately. I don't know exactly what it is, could just be me.

My love, oh ... I still don't want to touch on this one. He's a nice man, I run down the list of things that make him pleasantly different, special and normal (which we all know normal just doesn't happen anymore). However there are things like ... I really do believe with my heart that he is an alcoholic and just isn't quite aware of it yet. And I know I'm the only one really who reads this but I know my history with my ex and it's showed me signs. Though I wonder, has it also made me sensitive/hyperpresumptive (is that a word) to labeling people as such. Who knows, now is not the time to be figuring that all out. I honestly can't emotionally handle the over haul of my love life while going through nursing school, working full time and mothering two small girls. I know my limits (sometimes).

I just hope the waiting doesn't damage anything that would have other wise been avoided.

Anyway, my personal life, my private time, what I do, read, write, think, watch, listen to. Who I be when I'm on my own. I've been reading a lot of blogs about children with illnesses. A lot time has been spent reading up on these afflictions. I watch doctors speak on TED.com, I watch youtube, I read comments and read journals. I don't know why I have spent so much time on this, but I do know that I have a vested interest in it. I pray for these children, the ones I read about and the ones I don't' know about but I know they are out there. I pray for their parents. I pray for the families. I pray for the doctors that are trying to cure their medical conditions and I pray for the nurses and all care givers that tend to their little bodies and try to heal these children. I pray.