School and stress

It seems like the further into each semester we go the more the stress doubles.  Between my class schedule and then helping to keep up with my kids class schedules there is less time for anything except homework. The dark circles are evident under each of my eyes and my hair is turning gray once again. It would help if some instructors would put realistic assignments out there for students.  It seems that most forget that generally students take more than one class and most take a full schedule so having just one instructor that has a heavy load can really put a student behind in most of their subjects. This semester I happen to have two instructors that give more than their far share of the study load.  After you add in a few children it makes it ore than a little extra burden for the non-tradition student that is trying to make a better life for her family.

I know taking the time to write this post is time taken away from other homework, but I do need a break once in a while and I really need just to get his out of my system. Please don't fret for I don't plan on making my blog a place to come and vent, today it is just necessary.  I have a ton of homework to get done two test to study for and a speech to write, however everything for me has to stop for a few hours because of my daughter's tennis tournament.  It gets even harder to keep balance when you don't want to take away from the kids just to try to make things better for them.

Front loaded summer

The last two weeks have been full of adventure for my daughter.  Two tennis camps back to back.  She is very tired and tanned already, of course the rest of the summer will be trying to even out the tan lines a little at a time at the pool.  We don't believe in laying out and sunning just for the heck of it.

I am loving the variety of movies that the cable channels are providing for the weekends.  Cartoon movies are on for background noise while I am working on summer classes to get closer to the half way point in my schooling.  I will however have to take a break tonight for my favorite all time cartoon movie, the one about a mouse who likes to cook. 

While I try to keep my girls entertained and my homework caught up this will prove to be an interesting summer for all of us.  If things go the way that I would like by the time school starts again this fall I will be able to at least hit a tennis ball back over the net and possibly even serve it correctly.  I have heard that teaching is the best way to reinforce what you have learned, so by getting my daughter to teach me it is still helping her.  I want to find a way to help improve the social skills of my other daughter and get her out of the house more.  I would also like to log several miles on the treadmill at the gym.  That is the one thing that I still love to do from before I had kids, I just have more challenges for my time to get there. 

I realize this post is not one of my best, but I needed to put some goals on paper (so to speak) to help motivate me to stay on track.

Summer time

I love the summer time and not having to get up and force my girls to get out of the house to go for a day of being pushed around at school.  I hate the summer because my girls don't want to do anything except watch TV unless I am pushing them to do something else.  This would not be such a problem except that I am taking online classes and need to spend a good bit of my time working on homework.  If I wasn't so close to finishing and the classes I need were offered during the regular school year I would take the time off.  I want to get my college finished so that I can help them pay for college when they get out of high school, but I want to be able to play and do things with them at the same time.  This is the struggle most mothers have every summer.

the swimming pool sounds like a wonderful place to go and spend lots of time.  I would love to be able to help my daughter practice her tennis, and maybe even learn a little bit about how to play myself.  It was wonderful to watch her and the other kids play at tennis camp earlier this week.  Even if most of the kids were not mine I still was very proud when the little ones played like miniature pros.  It was nice to chat with some of the older kids when they were taking a break and learning about some of the problems that our kids think about. 

Maybe one day my life will be simpler and I won't have to make such choices as doing something for my self not spending time with my kids.  I can't wait to get to the point where I can spoil my kids with unlimited attention for them once again.  However right now I have to be selfish and finish my college, I only waited 25 years to go back after highschool.

Here's to hopefully the last summer I have to take classes and that the next three years will all be during the regular sessions.

one day at a time

I have been plugging along and taking one day at a time.  Life has finally let me catch up on some of the things that were stressing me so badly, others have just been let go forever.  I do have a third category of "I'll get to it when I can", which does include the yard this weekend.  The dogs can still see over the grass so I have other items that have gained the priority for today.

As the school year winds down we are getting to the last of this and that for the girls and for me.  It will be great to not have to get up early everyday this summer.  This does not mean that we will be completely free from responsibility.  As I am getting closer to the goal of my Associates degree and looking for my transfer to my end goal of a RN certification, I am taking a few online classes this summer.  Since the subjects I am taking are both interesting and my girls will be getting to in school,  I may share my textbooks with them and get their help on some of the reading.  Who wouldn't want to know more about food and recent history?  Ok one of my girls more than the other but with their viewpoints  do make it easier to reason and remember what I need to know.  Thank Goodness I have a very curious and intelligent daughter to help mom with her homework.

Having that glimpse of the end of the tunnel makes it easier to do my homework and keep from getting so overwhelmed by everything.  I am not saying that I will not get frustrated and overwhelmed with some of my homework, I just get to keep telling myself that I am half way to my goal. 

Frustration

Frustration would be the one word to describe my feelings this semester.  I have so many assignments to catch up on and it seems like everytime I set aside time to work on them something else happens to my family or house that demands that I change course.  I love going to school and getting good grades (when I get them) but it is so difficult to have teenage children with all their issues, and then their school issues, and then the fact that they both have some sort of personal difficulties which requires extra thought before dealing with each of them.  I would love to just scream at the top of my lungs and crawl back into bed for another week.

Frustration is hearing that one of my daughters is basically being "abused" by her best friend at school when you see her licensed counselor.  that would be bad enough but when you consider that I have already talked to the school about this 'so called friend' in November, January x2, and February, it make the frustration level go up by ten fold.Then the next day she comes home and her friend "accidentally tackled her" in gym again and her knees are bright red and she is complaining about them hurting all weekend long. At least I have an appointment to talk to the principal this week and am taking a letter from her counselor to help back me up this time.

Frustration is needing input and help from classmates on a group paper and not getting any information from them.  I did finally get some information but enough to do my part of what needs to be done.  However I have not given up and am still trying to keep plugging along and hopefully I can get something acceptable turned in.

Frustration, my word of the day.  Hopefully my angels will look down and see that I need a helping hand and be there to give that little push that I need to get everything completed today that needs to be done.

Hopeful, that will be my word for tomorrow.  I am hopeful that tomorrow will be less stressful than today. Greatfull will be the word for the rest of the week when I get all these assignments completed and can keep caught up from today on.

Miss you, Daddy

This one will sound weird for people who spend time with me, but then again after reading it you might understand me a little better.  Daddy was a small but quiet man.  He had a wonderful sense of humor when he would let you see it.  I always loved getting a smile from my daddy because that meant he was extremely pleased with what I had done, or was thinking of something smart to say (it didn't matter if he said it or not).  I had no brothers so I filled the tom-boy roll as best I could for my daddy.  We didn't really talk alot on our hunting, fishing, or bowling outings but just spending time with my daddy was the best.

My daddy taught me how to hold a rabbit while he cleaned it, or course I could never bring myself to try to eat it once it was cooked.  I learned how to cast a fishing line, even if I never caught anything, and spent hours watching my daddy clean the fish when he got them back home.  When we would eat the spoils of the fishing trip my daddy always took the bones out for me and then put them on his plate so that I didn't get them mixed back into my food.  Daddy taught me how to score bowling without the machines (did not have the computers when I learned) doing it for you, and then to his best ability how to throw the ball.  People still tell me I bowl funny, but that is how my daddy taught me to bowl, won't change now.

Every summer, and this winter, I am reminded of all the times we would mow the yard.  Daddy taught me how to mow untamed yards cleaning houses for a realtor and that does come in handy when my own gets out of hand.  We had an old heavy red mower with a white handle that was a bugger to start, but once it was going it would run until the gas went dry.  That was a great mower no matter what we put it through.  When I went into the military he was so proud of me (couldn't show it because of other family members) and his eyes would glisten when he talked to me.  When I came home for a visit and told him I was working on C-130's he didn't hide he pleasure for that one at all.  Daddy was working at a small airpark and helping clean up after they refurbished light aircraft.  Whenever I would go visit daddy would show me around the hanger and he was as proud as if he was showing around a celebrity.  He would tell the "boys" as he called them, "she could come and work with you and do just a good a job as you do."

I really do miss my daddy most of the time.  I am very jealous that he is in heaven playing with my first born everyday, but I am also extremely glad that Alexis doesn't have to share him with the rest of us yet and is getting all the attention that I used to get from him.  I'm not sure if infants age in heaven or not, but I do hope she is big enough to enjoy all the fun things that  you can do with daddy. 

Daddy you left me way to soon, but thank you for still reminding me of you in your own ways.  Can't wait to see you again when my girls are strong enough to not need me anymore.  I love you, Daddy!

Special Mommy Moments

I just saw a post on FB from a friend.  She is holding her very special daughter and they both look like there is nothing in the world wrong with anyone or anything.  Those are the moments that we need to cherish as parents.  They come to far apart and not nearly enough in numbers.  Kids grow up so fast and they become so independent that they think if they let us hug or hold them it will rob their futures of all the freedom they have struggled to find.  This is the case with my girls.

One has Autism (high functioning) and has always resisted being touched since she kicked her twin sister out four weeks early.  In all of the pictures of them as infants, if her sister is touching her she is screaming.  When she was safe in her own bassinet or carrier she had the cutest little crooked grin (from the NICU).  I still remember when I was told that she had some symptoms that were "Asperger like" and I started doing some reading on the subject.  Once I stopped trying to get her to hug me she was able to show her affection on her terms.  One day walking to the house from the bus stop she reached up and held my hand, no prompting from me.  That will always be a day I remember.

One of my girls is considered normal, whatever that is, and has her moments of wanting to be close.  However most of the time she is that teenage (13) "don't touch me or look at me because it hurts to be reminded that you are still her" phase of her development.  There is one situation that she can't seem to get close enough though and that is in church.  When we are sitting in the pew, yes the hard wooden ones with a little thin pad on it for looks, she practically climbs in to my lap.  This would be great except that she is as tall as I am and I do a lot of shifting because of my bad hips and tailbone.  It hurts to push her back over to her spot knowing that once they say the final prayer she is off limits for another week.

They do have their moments that I would not miss for anything.  Along with that comes those times where they have to learn lessens that are usually not pleasant for either of us.  After 13 years of dealing with both of them in their own special ways, I don't know what I would do without either one of them.