You're how old?

I have no illusions about how I look. I need to lose weight. There are crows feet around my eyes. I don't moisturize like I should. The past month I've been carded twice. I had the guy last night thinking my age was a good 10 yrs younger than I am. Even our mailperson thought I wasn't older than 28.

While I'm flattered about people thinking I'm younger than my 37 I can't help but wonder how fucked up their sense of age is. I can understand being off by a few years but 10? I'm on the downside of 35. There is no passing for 30 anymore. This is what happens when you age. Now I wonder how long my neglect can keep me looking young enough that I surprise people when they find out my age.

One class down

Last night I took my last exam in NAS 161. My gut is I'll get around the same grade as the previous exam. While I rocked out the bone portion, the muscle section gave me the finger.

I'm holding steady at a C in the class thanks to bombing my first two exams. Sadly, I'm actually one of the better ones in the class. This speaks volumes about how our professor taught the class. His tests were interesting to say the least. Only one time did he give us a study guide and followed the guide in his exam.

My only concern is not getting into the nursing program. The rumors abound as to wait lists, difficulty, what you need, etc.. Yesterday I heard there's a one year wait for the program. While this doesn't affect me too much a fellow student will be screwed if it's true. She's on scholarship with a local hospital with the caveat she'll be in nursing school next fall. Another student had a friend denied acceptance in the dental program because she got a B in NAS 161. Depending upon the program the minimum grade is a C. Oy.

I'm beginning to accept the fact I could very well be denied acceptance the first time around based upon who you talk with. We've all been told different things. If I don't get in for next year I'll continue working on as much of the program I can without actually taking nursing classes.

I don't like Mondays

Actually, it's more along the lines of not liking this particular Monday. Things didn't start out very well once I realized the fresh pot of coffee I made wouldn't get drunk by me. My stomach has been doing knots ever since I woke up. Chalking it all up to my last test tonight which I'm woefully unprepared for. Instead of studying I've been reading, poking around on the internet, buying gifts for my niece and nephew. Pretty much everything in my power in keeping myself from cracking open my science book.

On a brighter note our tree is on the way through the postal system. We did a real tree last year and decided it's not happening again. More from not wanting to clean out the sap in the tree stand because I don't even know where to start with the gooey mess. Between Jason and I we've combed the stores all over our area. Finding a decent priced tree is a bitch. Or having any stock of fake, pre-lit trees in the store is a bitch. I keep forgetting we're in a densely packed area of human bodies.

Realistically I know a pre-lit tree is a bit costly. Only I don't want to pay the cost even knowing it'll pay for itself within 2-3 years. Seeing our neighbors tree almost had me canceling the order and hitting up Home Depots tree sale. They got a beautiful live tree for $20. But no, I don't want to deal with putting up any lights. I don't exactly enjoy all the knicks I get from the needles, real or fake be damned.

Screw hair of the dog

My only goal today is regaining the ability to function.

It's 2pm. I'm still in pajamas. My stomach has finally stopped the roller coaster ride from the liquor and inadequate sleep. I need a nap before I can even consider studying for my last lecture exam tomorrow night.

My only advice is saying no if someone offers you rum punch.

Counting Sheep

Disclaimer: This post will most likely be incoherent, babbling nonsense. Be warned.

I'd like a decent nights sleep. I haven't had one in well over a month. Make that years but you'll understand the month part in a second. I finished phase one of P90X last week. What's the one thing you always hear about working out? It helps you sleep better at night. Not so for me.

The first part of the night I sleep pretty well. At some point I wake up and it's over. I lay in bed listening to the sounds going on around me. Perhaps Jason is snoring. Murphy could be snuffling his bum. Occasionally I'll hear Colin's voice from across the hall. I don't go back to sleep for the rest of the night.

I've had issues with sleeping well at night for years. Throw kids into the mix, one snoring husband and I don't know what a decent nights sleep is like. Finally being almost consistent in working out I thought a change might happen. I'm being denied one of the best touted benefits in working out. No sleep.

I demand a refund on the sleep crap. If you find out who I can write too, I'll be over in the corner with my coffee.

Does it get better?

The mornings have been hell the past few weeks. Brendan and Jake are bouncing off the walls to the point I'm losing my patience before 8am rolls around. Things start off quietly enough before dissolving into chaos.

I don't know how much of this plays into whatever issue Brendan has going on or what. I do know I am at my wits end. Brendan blames Jake. Jake blames Brendan. Throw Colin into the blaming mix and it's everyone's fault.

Who likes being yelled at before school every single day? Apparently my kids do because they won't listen to a normal voice. Taking privileges away only does so much. The Santa carrot isn't making a budge into their behavior.

Can I hide in a cave until this is over? Will it ever be over?

We dropped the ball, ma'am

And then some.

Last year we had the official meeting at school regarding Brendan's whatever is going on within his head. Head, who said head? I digress. The school psychologist kept bringing up attention deficit issues which about had my husband lunging over the table at him. Nothing really came of the meeting other than we need to go through our pediatrician before the school will support Brendan within the classroom.

I finally get off my arse and talk with the boy's pediatrician this summer, thus starting months of waiting. Paperwork is given to his current teacher but the school won't release it to us. We miss the first appointment with the doctor because of this and get another referral put in for Brendan. Talking with the school vice-principal there isn't a reason why they couldn't hand the paperwork to me. Just their protocol, which isn't even in writing.

I get a hold of the clinic we need, do the phone consult with the call ending in our thinking we had an appointment for yesterday. I'm honestly surprised I didn't get hives at some point within the past two days.

Calling Tuesday I was told I can't expect an appointment for the next day. When I questioned him on this based upon our first conversation he told me I should have called him back. Apparently he gets away with not doing his job in telling parents this bit of information. I'm then told the next available appointment is for January 19th. Fine, give it to me even though you screwed up this one.

A few hours later I get a call back saying there's an opening the next and I need to get all of the paperwork in before 1:30pm. The call was at 1pm. Their fax machine was busy the whole time, which I'm told I can just wait at the post office until it's not busy. So I scan 16 pages and get it to another person by 2pm.

7am rolls around and I call to see if we're still on for the appointment. He doesn't know if the doctor got the paperwork but he'll find out and call me back. 8am rolls around and I'm calling since I need to be out of the house by 8:30am. A different person tells me I don't have an appointment and never should have been told I could be squeezed in the day before. My response is 'I scrambled yesterday in getting everything to you' on top of relaying the conversation with the other person. I'm then put on hold off and on for 25 minutes trying to figure out how they can salvage this muck up.

The original person calls at one point yesterday saying he's talked with the doctor and they realize what happened is jacked up. You think? They dropped the ball on us, tried blaming me for not calling back to double check, have me scrambling at their beck and call, but it's okay because you realize it's jacked up?

Forgive me if I call bullshit on your apology.