The F Word.

It's Finals Week, which means my hair is dirty. So is my house. We have no findable clean laundry (it's buried in piles) and we eat no meals planned ahead by more than 8 minutes or so. But every 12 weeks we go through this ritual, and still somehow we pull through, stay fed and stay married.

This quarter wasn't nearly as taxing as the last, although I always find myself more intense about stuff than I plan to be. Sometimes just letting go can be a challenge. But as I like to say, and by which I would like to live better: "Done is better than perfect."

Two exams are done. Two left to go. By this time tomorrow, I hope to be a free woman.

Aside from the bonds of laundry, that is...

Babies on Display

So yesterday the Buttheads came to visit me at school! Josh took the day off so he could escort them in to participate in a learning lab for my pediatrics course. It was really fun; we had two rooms filled with toys and balls and 32 grown-ups anxious about meeting strange little kids. Happily, the Buttheads were really great. At least, as as far as I know, they didn't scare any of my classmates into sterilization.

After they left, some older children came, and they were fun too. But working with them taught me something -- as much as I love children, of all ages, my heart really belongs to the little ones. So if I were to decide to be a pediatric therapist, it would most-likely be in the context of children 0-3.

Babies? Are where it's AT.

Baby Tiny Man and Laundry

Ohhhh, we're halfway there...

Ohhhh! Living on a prayer!

Actually we're living on Josh's paychecks and loans. Thanks honey!

Today is the halfway point in my grad school program. So in 1.5 years, I'll finally be done with these shenanigans. Just in time to start new ones, of course. Preferably some that are less expensive and more conducive to sleep and gluttony.

Thanks for y'alls' support these many months! Not too far now!

(Oh who am I kidding? I could gestate two children in the time I have left to go. *sigh* :)