Last Week

Let's talk about last week, shall we?  Cause it was lousy.

This week is finals week, so last week was when all my projects were due.  I wisely did several papers in advance and spread out the homework.  No problems.

Had a stomach bug on Sunday night and Monday well into the day, and that set me back a little, studying-wise.

Then I bombed a Really, Really Important Test.  Granted, I still don't really know how I did, and I won't know for another week or so, but I know that my mind FROZE - and it's all on video!  Not good at all.  Everything that was up there in my head refused to make it out to my hands.  It was embarrassingly, excruciatingly horrible and I dread the feedback that is coming my way.

I performed well in several other important ways - I took a final early and aced it.  (Well, that's not official, but I'm telling you, I rocked it out!)  I did an ASL presentation in class of Wile E. Coyote and Road Runner, and it was pretty sweet.  Etc.

But the fact that my birthday was the day after Really, Really Important Test that I bombed?  Not cool.

Still, Friday was going to redeem everything.  My birthday celebration.  Rob asked me what I wanted for dinner and I said I didn't care, so long as I didn't have to take care of it (oh, and the Browns had to be there.  Not optional).  He said okay.

And then he took care of nothing.  I cleaned the house with the kids' help for hours.  And as Rob was coming home from work late, he called to ask if I wanted to run to the store to pick up stuff for dinner.  I was so mad that I almost cried.  Instead, I verbally abused the man that I adore.  The whole thing was awful.

But then it was good.  How could it not, when it was like this?  Pretty sweet.

On Saturday night I finally was on speaking terms again with my sweet, patient husband.

Moral of the story:
1 - Don't verbally abuse people.
2 - Don't bomb Really, Really Important Tests.


And that's why I have this blog.  So I can pass on nuggets of wisdom.  You're welcome.