I can't believe it is already Wednesday. Since I arrived back in the city mid January it has been a whirlwind affair. Time seems to pass by quicker than I can realize. At every turn another week is over. I am into the third week of classes and only 3 more months of lectures, a little over 100 days before I start work at Winona, 2 weeks to my birthday, and so many other things jam packed into my calendar.
It is funny everyone says friends come with time. Sadly, I don't have the time to make that many and it doesn't seem to bother me. It feels as if my day is so "long" that at the end of it I want to curl up on the couch and watch some TV.It is interesting to see what a day will bring some days I feel that I have an abundance of down time and others I can hardly blink. I have to be honest though my job is far from demanding. Somedays the baby sleeps little and there is soup to make, bread to bake, floors to mop, and laundry to wash; nevertheless, other days the baby will sleep hours and the house chores will already be completed. It is the inconsistency that make for the weekly challenge. Homework has to always be done before work because it is unknown if I will have allotted time to complete it during the week and to be honest I can't risk my grades after a mediocre previous semester (mediocre for some may not be the same definition to mediocre but I will let you decide your interpretation to it)
To further this my weekends were not a typical person's weekend although I try and pretend they are leaving me only further exhausted when Monday rolls around. Weekends currently involved 5 hours at least of work both Saturday and Sunday which sadly is longer than my shifts on Wednesday if school is not taken into consideration. And like my summer job sleeping in has become a foreign concept that I will never see. Last "weekend" for example consisted of finishing nannying on Friday at 3:30, going home for an hour and then heading to the YMCA to lifeguard. I then lifeguarded until 10:00 was stuck in Celtics traffic and finally arrived home at 11:30. Upon this I tried to decompress and eat dinner (yes at 11:30 at night don't get me started on how unhealthy I know that is). I then left for work at 8:00 the next morning to teach swim lessons until after 2:00. Finally my weekend could start and what a lovely weekend it was. Strolled around the neighborhood on a bright and semi-warm day and prepared to spend the evening out with my friends. My alarm clock at 8:30 (my "sleep-in"day) did not appreciate my staying up late on Saturday because it was the "weekend" nor did the extraordinarily long day of lessons with uncooperative children. Monday morning only seemed worse. The next thing I know the middle of the week has come and gone. Where is the time going and am I watching it all pass me by?
This week has been even more hectic because the children and my boss are sick. This means an additional little one to care for everyday who doesn't nap like his sister very well considering he is six. My days have been filled with games of Life and Clue, reading Magic Tree House, and making soup. The little he slept was of course the moments the baby was awake leading to hours of 10 Little Lady Bugs, stories in Dutch I pretend I understand, and baby doll "Popee" walking. Of course these little individual moments are what make my day. The smiles and laughs, the cuddles and hugs, and of course the knowledge that somehow they have become part of my family. It will be sad not seeing them every day. I can only imagine my connection to them after a 100 more days working with them.
On the apartment front I have a mortal enemy....a mouse. Traps were set weeks ago and yet he outsmarts them (I however have been trapped on them 3 times). Every time I get close it darts away never to be seen. On Monday night the little rodent braved my apartment longer than normal and I thought I might actually catch it. (Although being not always the brightest on my feet I was trying to figure out how to catch it and what to do with it while it decided its best option was to run underneath my bed). His sudden dashing into under my bed alarmed me I was certain that was not his entrance and exit to my apartment which mean he was instead hiding from me and I prayed he would leave before I went to bed. I finally braved myself away from the couch and made my way to the kitchen to put my leftover dinner away. Apparently my absence from the main room implied he was able to make a run for it...unaware I was in the middle of his escape route. He dashed into the dining area fast as lightening and heading directly towards my feet. I leapt up letting out out a loud scream. Some how managing to jump six feet in the air horizontally from my kitchen chair to my bed without touching the ground. Of course banging my legs and nearly making my bed collapse from shock. I fear if this varmint is not caught soon he is going to risk crawling into bed with me and that I do not think I would take well. It was recommended I through something on it to smash and kill it. It seems inhumane but even worse that means I then have to remove/touch a dead mouse. Maybe I do need to reconsider my stance on cats.
The week is only half over I can only imagine what is still to come.
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