Quinn is STILL sick! This is day 6 of nonstop yucky poopoos. For 6 days, our house has been the house of no fun. Chris, Chan and I have all had a touch of it...not Casey though, she apparently has a stomach of steel. I have put in a call to the doctor because nothing seems to be helping and he is REFUSING to drink any more pedialyte. Which, I don't really blame him. Have you tasted it???
Yesterday was pretty close to being a day from hell. It was Chris's turn to stay home with the boy, so I took the girls to school, went to work, then had a professional development segment on creating rubrics (like I a. didn't learn enough about this at my old school and b. give grades in the media center) until 4:30, which meant I wasn't home until after 5, and then had to leave around 6 to make it to a grad school class at 7....in Gwinnett...which lasted until a little after 9. Sheesh! So I got home around 10, put on my jammies, brushed my teeth and crawled into bed.
Which then leads me to talk about grad school. It is a struggle for me at this point. I'm not really sure what I was thinking. I am almost done with my specialist degree, which means that between my undergrad graduation and now (8 years) and will have completed 2 more degrees from UGA, bought (and moved into/out of) 2 houses, gotten married, and given birth to 3 children. I think that I am ready for a break. I can't even begin to count how many times in the past 6 months I have said to Chris, "I don't want to do homework. I just want to be a mom." This semester is quite possibly going to kill me. I am taking an instructional design class (required), my internship class (tons of paperwork) and a research class...which of course has been built around the two previous research classes which I have taken incompletes in because the first one was during the summer and I couldn't get all of my work done because of, oh, you know, small things like having a c-section and coming home with a new baby and then going back to work 4 weeks later. And then the second class was using what we did in the 1st class, which I still hadn't finished and then I was dealing with the job from hell, my father having cancer, 3 kids, a husband who teaches and is also in grad school, and you know, life....like owing the IRS money, and my car blowing up. So, here I am in the 3rd class, using what we did in the 1st and 2nd, which I still haven't done, and I feel as though I am drowning.
So, while Quinn is taking a much needed nap, I sit here, blogging my little heart out, procrastinating about all of the things that I desperately need to be doing, waiting for the doc to call me back.