Back to School, back to school, to show my dad I'm no fool....

Today was officially the first day back to school for me. However, since I'm being lazy (yes dad, lazy) I'm taking a web class. I was originally signed up for a patient care skills class and a physiology class, but those classes have now gone by the wayside. I was dreading the idea of taking those classes so I thought well I won't. I already took physiology the first time around in college (at that marvelous institution called UW-Madison) so I'm pretty p.o'd that this community college is making me take it again. Also, I've been reexamining my educational goals. Basically, I've been pretty put off by the shenanigans that they put you through to even get into a nursing program and then I thought, do I really want to do that? I've always wanted to help people and science always came pretty easy for me, so it seemed like a logical career choice. Since the medical school doctor job is no longer a viable option for me, I figured nursing would be the next best thing. However, I'm not sure that it is. I've been looking at some master's programs that offer a degree in child and family counseling. This career option would enable me to help people and since I'm pretty nosy and have always enjoyed listening to people's problems, this may be a better fit for me! I haven't solidfied any plans yet and I'm just taking a course now on marriage and family relations, so don't you all go getting your panties in a bundle.

I guess the bottom line is, I don't know what I want to be when I grow up. When I used to take those career assessment thingys in school they always popped up psychologist or doctor so I guess maybe my aptitude is for those things. The biggest thing I'm afraid of is disappointment. More disappointment that people view me as not living up to my full potential. They say "you've always talked about being a doctor..." yadda, yadda, yadda...I don't know...I'm not a big risk taker nor can I handle rejection, but I feel like exploring a different career option. Maybe I'm going through a pre-mid-life crisis! :) 

Alright, enough soul-searching for one blog entry! Good night world and have a beautiful tomorrow!

Am I just talking to hear myself??

I never thought I'd reach the point in parenthood where I believe that when I say something out loud, it's not really outloud. I mean obviously if I was speaking audibly my children would respond, right? They would at least acknowledge the fact that I said some words. Right? When I say let's pick up the toys or don't take all the toys from the toy room up to the bedroom...I don't really think I just thought those things in my head. Apparently, though, my children do not understand why we can not take every single book and throw it down the stairs, or gather up all the shoes and hide them under the beds. They see no problems with these things. I tend to think I'm a pretty laid back person but as I'm looking around my now very cluttered living room wondering how all the couch pillows are now strewn about, I would just like to scream a little! It's not that I can't pick up after them it's just I tire of the never-ending adventure of finding the missing shoe. Why is it my beautiful babies can pick up toys at other people's houses or church but apparently at home, I must first threaten to throw them all away and then actually get a garbage bag and begin picking them up. I try not to lose it and then I look at them doing something adorably cute (see below) and realize that there are far more important things in life than a tidy house.

You never hear people wish that they had spent more time cleaning or doing chores after their kids are grown and gone. Most people wish they would have enjoyed their children while they had the chance. So as long as I remember that when I look at my previously cleaned bedroom, now full of shoes, books and stuffed animals, that what is important is their childhood and me being with them. My children are a blessing and I thank God every day that He has given me the opportunity to be their mom!