One Week Left!

I'm not going to say that the time has flown by, because it hasn't.  I don't even understand when people say that.  When my kids were babies, people would tell me, "The time goes so quickly."  I would always think, "Like hell it does."

There's an interesting thought here about our perception of the passage of time.  Sometimes it does feel like it goes by quickly, and sometimes it feels like it goes by slowly.  Still, isn't this what we expect of time?  Sometimes it feels different, even from moment to moment?  So that's not something to be wowed about later and wonder how it suddenly is 2012 instead of 2002.

I guess I just have very few expectations of time.  10 years feels like 10 years should feel, I suppose.  How ELSE would 10 years feel?  Same with my age.  I feel 31.  Because I am 31.  How ELSE should 31 feel if not just like this?

Anyways, the last 5 weeks have been nice and hard and interesting.  I don't think the kids will ever be gone from us for 6 weeks straight, so this is a unique experience.

This last week has gone much more smoothly.  I passed through the darkest point, my breaking point if I was going to break, and so this week was just increasing levels of light and goodness.  Excellent.  One of my friends at school was talking about how stressed she was.  I just shrugged and said, "That was my last week.  This week it's all good."  I don't do stress.  It's normally a feeling I reject.  Like shame and guilt.  Why bother with them?  Which should explain why that week was so hard for me.  I normally kick stress out the door before he enters, and suddenly he was hanging out in my living room.

There's only one week left until the kids are back.  It feels so manageable.  Only 1 week.  That's not too long to wait.  I called and talked to the kids and Tank said, "I can't wait to come home."  I smiled and said that it wouldn't be too long.  And he got pretty adamant:  "No.  I CAN'T WAIT to come home!"  It was cute and made me just want to hug that little guy.

On the positive side:  I think I won't flunk all of my classes this term.  I won't get all A's, which is normally what I expect of myself, but that's okay.  Passing is good, too.  Also, I have racked up 60 hours of Practicum in the last 5 weeks and am on track to have right around 80 by the time the term ends.  Because of the specialness of this term, that'll translate to 100 hours.  That gives me a full 50 extra hours to cushion my last 2 semesters of Practicum.  Sa-weet!