STEPH! I had a dream about you last night! I came to stay with you in Cincinnati and you took me on the "Jennifer Crusie Tour" and showed me all of the landmarks that she talks about in her books! It was way fun!

I would TOTALLY do that! You just have to visit....

I'm tempted to just take the 100 deduction and get my B and be done with it. Hell, at this point, I'll be happy with a C.

Everytime I say this about one of my classes, DH just laughs at me. I may no longer have a 4.0, but damn, giving away points is hard, even when I'm ready to tear my hair out over them.

In school news for me, I just finished Accounting Part 1 and am supposed to start Part 2 today. I say supposed because the instructor has yet to post anything (hello, syllabus?) to the classroom.

I would TOTALLY do that! You just have to visit....

Whoot! We'll gat Cash to leave the kiddos with someone for a weekend and GO DRINKIN!

may no longer have a 4.0, but damn, giving away points is hard

Yeah it is. I have 2 days to finish this paper. Maybe I'll just fudge it and get whatever points I get. Points is points, right.

Oh! I am trying to schedule a brief visit to Puerto Rico. Any hints, tips, or advice?

Definitely email Stephanie. We stayed at a cheap little hotel/casino in San Juan within walking distance to a public beach with was great. Nice part of San Juan, walking distance to restaurants and bars as well as a Starbucks. I'll have to look up the name. DH's employer paid for us to stay in a nice resort called the El Conquistador--which was totally awesome and which I'd highly recommend. I also think Nora was there for an event of some kind recently, too. She can tell you about where she stayed.

{{Aimee}}

I feel as though going through school on a campus would have been a great support. Other students you could study with, bemoan classes with, etc. I kinda feel really alone in this cause everyone around in RL finished long, long ago and I'm sitting out here, under the trees, like Stitch yelling, "HELP! I'm lost!"

Well, I go to a campus class and I would say that about 50% of my stress is the logistics to get there every week. Also, since I am only on campus one night a week, it is hard to get any administrative support, because they all work the same hours I do. The program is really geared for full-time, on-campus students. Also also, it is annoying to see these young fresh faced first year grad students who make me feel old.

But it does have its good parts too, once I'm actually in the classroom talking with the students and professor.

But yeah, you're not alone. I am constantly trying to talk myself down from school-work-life confluence-related anxiety and panic. If I didn't actually love the content and feel that there is a great future for me once I'm done, I'd have quit long ago.

My mantra this semester while warily contemplating the 25-30 page literature review I need to write before the 10 page annotated bibliography and the 20-25 minute presentation is, "After this class you're halfway done. After this class you're halfway done."

We'll gat Cash to leave the kiddos with someone for a weekend and GO DRINKIN!

This isn't hard to do.

Owen's just getting started with the whole potty training thing. We went out to drop some stuff off for a friend and when we came home, he ran through the house, shed his coat and ran directly into the bathroom. Even though I've never tried to sit him on the adult toilet, he immediately crawled up onto the big seat all by himself with no hesitation.

And without taking his pants off.

He totally sank through the hole in the seat and completely soaked his clothes, all the while saying, "Sit on the potty!"

He totally sank through the hole in the seat and completely soaked his clothes, all the while saying, "Sit on the potty!"

::tries to hide snuffling laughter

He's got it half right, anyway!! GO OWEN sitting on the big potty!! WOoHooo!!!

I talked to one of my BFFs back in Connecticut on my way to work this morning. She has a 1-year-old and a 3-year-old. Both boys. The older with hemophilia (but who is also a total bruiser). To say she has her hands full is an understatement.

Anyway, apart from a wonderful conversation, I got a couple of great sound bites. My favorite was "Isaac, please don't hit Mommy with the magic wand."

Yesterday sucked, and today doesn't look to be much better. I'm pretty sure I'm getting a cold -- I have that telltale not-quite-scratchy-yet-there's-something-there feeling in my throat, and my tongue hurts (no, really -- that's always my first warning sign that germs are encroaching), and I keep sneezing.

Haven't sent resignation e-mail yet, because I wanted to let it sit for a day to see if I could distill it down into a coldly dispassionate kiss-off. Versus the rage blackout of yesterday. But I *am* going to send it.

The Boy read Group President's comments about me "taking liberties" with editing as an attempt to make a comparison about how he (President) doesn't like me editing his stuff but accepts it anyway, and therefore I don't have to *like* criticism about the newsletter design but I have to accept it anyway.

I told The Boy that he always tries to think the best of people, and I love that about him, but that I was still going to resign. And The Boy said, "Oh, I know you are, and I support you. I just thought I'd throw out another perspective. It's still a lousy situation."

And then The Boy said "Whenever I have to deal with [Group President] on a project, I just go into it assuming that he's going to reject all my suggestions."

I told The Boy that I can't function that way. That's child-of-an-alcoholic thinking, and *I* used to think like that my entire life, up until about a year or 2 ago. But mental health is a tenacious motherfucker, and it won't let me go back to that way of thinking, and so I *refuse* to go into every situation with [Group President] expecting to get bitchslapped.

t edit I think my next tagline will have to be "mental health is a tenacious motherfucker."

Wow Tep, that sounds so healthy. Go you! And go boy with the being supportive.