Of all the things that have come out here I feel like the worst is definitely the fretting. I think I’ve officially started to drive the UIS people nuts. For most of today I really was trying to figure out how to finish by the end of Spring. Anything to avoid having to go all the way until whenever. After I’ve already been emailing and asking them if I could stretch things out and telling them that I am trying to be mindful of classwork loads.

When we met back in April they were saying to me “Oh but that’s a long time to wait” and I said I was fine with it. I’d accepted and processed and it was really no big deal. The Research Methods class makes my brain recoil when looking at it. It’s too mathy right now for my brain. The Foundations class is only in the fall on Tuesdays. The Neurobiology of Trauma elective looks fun, but I need to keep enough evenings open.

Do half of what you think you can do. That was the protocol that I thought a good guideline. It gives me the room left for homeschool and work shifts and visits here and there on the weekends for meets, all Lord-willing. I truly mean it when I say that. Too many things can turn in an instant which is how I even ended up here in the first place. Your health. Your home. Your family. Your job. None of it is immune to swift changes.

I still have plenty of things to do here, even as the kids are growing up on the regular. I know a woman moving to Germany at the end of the year for three years due to something with her husband’s work. Her goal while she is there is to become a better housewife. They’ve been married several years. I smiled because it’s still an ongoing goal of mine. I love that about life though, how there’s always room to keep on learning.

Josh and Elianna ran some errands this morning. I had them buy a vacuum because I didn’t want to wait two days for Amazon. Every couple of years we just need a new vacuum. I haven’t tested it yet but I’m going to after I’m done here. I went into work for a half hour for an education session focusing on empathy training for residents with dementia. You couldn’t hear or see very well but still had to follow several instructions.