Mush

I think that is the word to describe how I am feeling today...Mush. Tired, low energy, sleepy....mush. Picture a tooth paste tube that is plugged up or a lotion bottle or something of the sort...you know how you squeeze it hoping to get a little out and when the plug comes out you have a whole toothbrush full of paste, or a large glob of lotion? That's it for me....for the past few weeks as I near the end of my internship and this year of school, I feel like there is a plug in the tube...and I'm being squeezed trying to get out. I have one more week of clients and one more day of school and then....WHOOSH!!! out of the tube I'll be.

My precious one went to see Wicked in Chicago yesterday. Remember this is the field trip I was supposed to go on, but then couldn't? Well, evidently she had a second grade teacher as a chaperon who was quite cranky and wouldn't let them buy souvenirs or talk on the train. Here is the question....why do you work with children if you are cranky?!? Get yourself a career in shipping and receiving where you can be cranky with boxes all day. Get the point?

Tomorrow is my last day of school as a second year student. [words cannot describe the pure elation here] I told my friend Carlene that I wasn't sure what I was thinking when I first sat in those desks that I thought it'd be ok to be there for 3 years. Yes...3 years....1095 days. And now...I am down to 381 days. My husband nearly blew a gasket the other night when I mentioned getting my PhD, but really I said...one must do what you have to do, to ensure your income remains at a level that can compete with this awful economy. Really, I try to not let this kind of stuff bother me, since it is typically things I have no control over...but you do really wonder how high prices can go and people will still be able to 'make it'. So for me, if that means 1095 days of school, then I must commit. And commit I have...

Until next time...