At the close...

To say this week was stressful would be to seriously under-state the reality that was this week. First week of school for me. First week of night school for Jordan. Running out of gas in the middle of a busy street by myself. Catching a horrific virus smack dab in the middle of it all. Trudging through blowing snow in insanely low temperatures before the sun rises. Listening to my daughter beg me to not leave her one more time. Witnessing Kloey prefer Jordan over me. And then of course there was the typical stress of the first week of a semester. And I can proudly report that I am alive. My brain has not exploded. My children still love me. I have gotten a grip on most of my classes. My body has banished all illnesses. And... it is the weekend. Huzzah!!!

As I was out amongst actual adults this week, I realized that I really really missed my husband and children. I thought about them all the time when I was not with them. And then I would come home and struggle to focus on anything but the heaping mountain load of work that each of my professors seemed to keep pouring on top of me. The overwhelming task of balancing family and home life with this new academic schedule seemed to be quite impossible.

Though I missed my family very much, I really did enjoy being at school. It was nice to be back in that environment of learning and meeting new people. Admittedly, I did feel a bit stupid at times. Let's face it... I've been talking to babies for 4 years now. To jump into the world of Victorian Literature from baby talk is not so easy.

At the end of the day yesterday I just had to say to myself, "Chill out. Stop with the 'what if I fail' thoughts. Take one day at a time and give it your all." Truthfully, my family will always come first. But it is no secret that studying does not take up any small amount of time. Oh dear me, it does not! But we've got this. We can all handle this. Today is proof of that.

Anyhoo... Kloey had her first therapist session on Wednesday. (her first here, that is) We have been instructed to snap her pants together at the feet to prevent her from doing the splits. See, that is how she gets in and out of sitting. She does the splits to get out of sitting, and then to get back up. It really is adorable. But it is not the "right" way of doing it. Apparently it is bad for her hips and causes a host of problems. Of course we listen to them. They are there to show us what to do to help her. So... now our child hates us. Okay, not really. But she is never happy when we snap her pants together. She has to start the learning process all over again. It is just so frustrating for her. I can see it as she is trying to move around. She just gets so mad. But she does try it and doesn't start yelling at us for at least 10 minutes. I see that as a fabulous sign. Hopefully we will get her to crawling in no time at all.


Excuse the mess: they tend to wreak a bit of havoc...

She thought she would pack a picnic for her dolls

Kourtney's Christmas from Daddy... she named him Sully (from Monster's Inc.)