Alive and Testy

I just finished my first round of tests for this semester.  In three classes all on the same day.  The fourth class was an essay.  Essays are the one thing I seem to be good at, so although worrying is what I seem to do best, I'm trying not to freak all-the-way out over it.  British Lit is kind of a *yawn* subject for me.  I just finished reading Frankenstein for the third time, so at least I know it's something I can discuss intelligently.  Hurray for Baby Boy and his love of science fiction.  Hurray for homeschool.

So far I'm staying firmly in the A area in all classes except biology where I have a hard B.   You know, the kind of B that feels like an A+.  That class is so hard.  I don't even know what language the professor is speaking half the time.

Baby Boy is majoring in Biology.  It's so hilarious how the fruit of my loins can be of such a different flavor than I am in every conceivable way.  He's been tutoring me in both biology and my math class.  If it weren't for him, I'd probably be rocking a D-.  Not a good look for my GPA.

Speaking of Baby Boy, he's doing great so far this semester.  This is his first semester officially all on his own.  The last two semesters we've been on the same campus and had at least one class together each term while I finished up some prerequisites.  This term he is at a separate campus on different days studying subjects that I just gloss by in the catalog.  He's officially all the way out of my league.  It happens faster than you know, Moms.  Treasure the time when you are academically smarter than your children.  Luckily, our tuition covers lots and lots of free tutoring . . . because there is absolutely none available for him at home.  Well, if he needs help with organization and time management, then I'm the Queen.  Course content?  Get back in the car and head to the tutoring lab.  I'm out of answers.

I actually have lots of stuff to blog about, but I'll stop there for now and try not to be such a stranger in the future.  School has me seriously overwhelmed this semester, plus I'm still waiting to hear from my top pick of transfer locations.  I'll take any and all prayers, well wishes, good vibes, positive energy . . . whatever you have to offer . . . my anxiety level is a bit too high for my liking.  *SIGH*  Such is life, I guess.


Until next time . . .

Eat Much?

Well, it turns out I'm officially a failure.

I'll admit that I've been a little high strung with research, writing, re-writing and studying in the big push for the final week of the summer semester.  Add that to supporting Baby Boy in his college classes, my usual CEO of the household duties, and overwhelmed doesn't even begin to describe how I feel.  Yes, I'm a little high strung.  So high strung in fact that Mom #2 voluntarily offered to take over the family cooking duties for me. 

People in this house don't volunteer for chores.  Don't get me wrong.  Chores do happen.  Regularly.  But extra chores?  Voluntarily?  Those simply do not happen.  So I'm not sure where this came from.  All I can say is that I either look a disaster, the food coming from my kitchen must be gross, or my loud and persistent whining and complaining must be getting on her nerves.  One of those, I'm sure. 

Anyway, I felt awful.  It really gut-punched me that I appear to need help.  I like doing it all.  Well, I like the idea of doing it all.  I actually hate to cook.  Even though I do.  Every.  Single.  Day. So reluctantly, (wink wink) I accepted her offer.  She can cook the meals.    

That was on Friday.  Fast forward to Monday. 

Imagine my surprise when I emerged from my research den about 30 minutes 'till dinner time and Mom #2 was sitting in her chair with her feet up and there was no aroma of delicious food coming from the kitchen.  When I inquired "what's for dinner" I kid-you-not she looked at me like I had grown another head.  Then she had the nerve to say "we don't have anything to cook, let me go to the store." 

Oh, I forgot to tell you.  Mom #2 enjoys cooking under very specific circumstances:  when she has the day off, when  she sees an interesting recipe she wants to try on the Food Network, or when her Mom tries a new recipe and she wants to outdo her.  She doesn't really understand the day-to-day cooking that has to happen so that the people in this house don't starve. 

Yes, the family has to be fed every day. 

After I gave her a quick inventory on how food works, she did manage to throw together a scrumptious meal.  Now she knows how it feels to be Mom #1. 

Get it together, Missy!


Until next time . . .

Who I Am

This week Obi-Mom Kenobi posted about knowing who you are, who you aren't, and who you are becoming.  I had so much fun reading and relating to her list, that I thought I'd do one of my own:

• I am an unapologetic lover of all dogs
• I am more of an audio book listen-to-er than an actual reader
• I am content to call the house clean without mopping the kitchen floor
• I am a free-range parent on the outside who screams bloody murder on the inside
• I am sort of a hippie who does occasionally shave the pits but never the legs
• I am anxiously watching my Baby Boy become Big Boy/Young Man
• I am a nervous yet excited second chance college student
• I am the kind of guest who always shows up late, but will enthusiastically help with the clean-up
• I am an enthusiastic wearer of make up, especially mascara, my own private paradise
• I am anal about schedules, organization, structure and order
• I am addicted to text messaging
• I am in total and complete love with the beach 
• I am the kind of person who cannot sleep with dirty dishes in the sink

• I am not a natural or joyous cook
• I am not a good hostess
• I am not interested in talking on the telephone - ever
• I am not ever going to be thin (apparently)
• I am not good at math (this may be a problem next semester)
• I am not comfortable "going with the flow"
• I am not comfortable without a functioning high-speed internet connection

• I am hopefully becoming a more loving Mom, Spouse, Daughter, Sister, and Friend . . . everyday

So . . . what are you?  What aren't you?  What are you becoming?


Tell me about it.



Until next time . . .

Serendipitous Snacks

Remember that sunflower I showed you a few weeks ago?   

Well today it went from that  . . .

. . . to this . . .

. . . then to this . . .

. . . and, finally, to this!  Yum!!

Happy Snacking! 

Until next time . . .

I. Need. To. Plan. SOMETHING!!!!

This is usually the time of year when I browse curriculum sites . . . spend long leisurely days at used bookstores cultivating just the right reading lists . . . put mountains of books on reserve at all of the local libraries. 

*SIGH* 

You know, it's almost time for the beginning of the new school year, but this year I'm not a Homeschool Mom.

I'm the Mom of a college student and in a strange and unusual twist of fate, I'm a college student again myself.

I've been trying to convince Baby Boy that college isn't really all it's cracked up to be and that we should maybe do just one more year of high school to be sure he has all of his bases covered.  He's not buying it. 

Right now I'm supposed to be writing a research paper, but my mind keeps wandering to the local teacher supply store where they have all of those beautiful, informative, colorful, educational posters.  They would look so lovely in our classroom.  Every.  Single.  One.  of them.  I always enjoyed decorating our classroom each year with a different educational theme. 

If anyone has any spare kidletts they want me to teach, I'm available.  Oh, I don't feed, cook, or clean - only teach, LOL.  

So while lesson planning and curriculum researching may seem stressful to you other Homeschooling Moms, believe me it's not nearly as stressful as not lesson planning and curriculum researching.   

*SIGH*


By the way, if anyone wants to help me compare and contrast the central conflicts in The Curious Case of Benjamin Button the book versus the movie, feel free to drop me a line.  I'm simply not focused enough today.


Until next time . . .