Next Semester

I think I have my schedule for the next semester planned:

1. Retaking Biology (Since I got a B in the lab last semester, I don't have to take the lab again just the class.)

2. Financial Accounting (I took this about 10 years ago, so hopefully it is still in the dark recesses of my brain.)

3. Economics (My Hubby took this over the summer. Which means, he can help me....Sucker.)

4. Communications (in other words: I get to make four speeches in front of a class over the next 4 months. Yuck.)

I do love school. Well, maybe not school but I love learning. I also love starting a new class. It's new and exciting. And then the second week of school comes and you realize you have probably made a mistake in taking so many. :)

By the way, school doesn't actually start for me until the end of August, Thank God. So, I have a little more time to play with the kids. 

I miss my family.

We left California almost 6 years ago. It was so hard to do. I was born there, raised there, and desperately wanted to raise my children there. I am a family person. Family is the most important thing to me in the world. 

I so badly wish I could move back JUST to be near my family. I dream about my sisters dropping by after school and work. I think about hanging out with them and cooking for them and their families. I think of having my mom come over for a glass of wine and talking. How fun would a once a month game night be with the spouses and kids and everyone? We could Bar B Que and just have fun. 

I live in Utah. It makes it really hard to be able to do ANY of these things. About once a year, we try and cram all these things into a weekend at Thanksgiving. I love having them here, they don't realize how much I love having them here. I just wish they could be here more. 

My Birthday Girls!

My twin girls are 12 today! 

They are spending the day at the movies and the pool. They have requested BBQ ribs, mashed potatoes, and corn on the cob. Of course, I couldn't turn them down. 

(We have a lot of birthdays this time of year. Thank God the next kid's birthday isn't until September! Unfortunately, the Hubby's is next month.)

My weekend.

I just got off of working four days in a row. It was a hard four days. 

Every time I leave for work my three year old says "I don't want you to go." Then she cries and has me hug her for about 15 minutes. It sure makes it super hard to leave. 

Thursday and Friday were fairly easy nights, just busy. Lot's of calls from the residents for miscellaneous stuff. 

Saturday and Sunday I was the Med Tech on duty. Which means, I had to pass out all the medications at dinner time and bedtime. 

Saturday it took me the entire shift to get it all done. It was ridiculous. I was so slow. I got so frustrated I ended up asking a co-worker to help me finish. It was bad. (It didn't help that it was the first day of "that time of the month"). 

Yesterday went much better. I got meds done on time at dinner. Unfortunately, I had to send a very sick resident to the hospital which threw off my bedtime schedule. Oh well. I at least got them done much quicker than the night before. 

This was the first time I was on my own for the afternoon shift and I know it will take time to find my groove. 

Tomorrow I get to have a Mom's Night Out at a friend's house. I am so excited. It's hard to leave the kids, especially when I have worked the previous four days, but it feels good to hang out and gab with my friend's. Makes for some very nice down time. 

Prune juice and other scary stuff.

Warning: TMI! 

Today I went and bought some prune juice because, well, I needed it. When I got home I realized that I hadn't called my mother back, so I did. 

Big mistake. 

Let's just say that mom likes to talk about scary stuff, like the end of the world, which immediately puts me into major anxiety/panic attack spin. I know she doesn't mean to, she just wants to "warn" us. 

Around 7 years ago I started reading the Bible ALOT. I was obsessed with it and what it had to say about the end of times. I also did a TON of research on the internet which always did a good job of scaring the b'jeezus out of me. Who knew what to believe. So, I lived in constant fear for about 3 years. Fear of going anywhere, of seeing people, of the future (especially the future), of dying, and of living. It was horrible. 

Eventually, I got a handle on the panic attacks and decided to forego all that research for awhile. All was well. 

Until my mom started doing all same research I did back them. She started about 2 weeks ago. 

(Mom, I don't know if I can answer the phone anymore.)

One thing she doesn't understand: if the world goes into tribulations like the bible says, which has been translated by the church, I lose my husband. Period. No buying insulin. No insulin, he dies. And she wonders why it scares me so much. (well, and all the other scary stuff that is supposed to happen.) 

Sometimes the anxiety and fear is so bad that I have to leave the house. I get so antsy. Tonight I had to get out. The kids and I went and had chips and queso and some dessert at a local restaurant (well, the kids did. My stomach is in to many knots to eat anything). As we were waiting for our food, I noticed the 3 year old had a fever. I sure hope it doesn't last long and isn't serious. 

Good news: I don't have to drink the prune juice. The fear did all the work.  

I stole this from my sister's blog because I had to.

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