We're still celebrating here...
Even though this new journey on the road of life has opened up a whole new can of worms that I never in a million years thought I'd have to deal with...
I've got to arrange for funding, and apply for as many scholarships and grants as I can before September.
I've got to WHIP THIS HOUSE INTO SHAPE before I'm too busy to de-clutter and re-organize it.
I've got to arrange for HELP around here... How on earth do I find people to "replace me" and do all the things I have to do in a day-- from the mundane, like driving, making beds, shopping, and meal prep, to the REALLY important stuff-- the CHILD CARE...
Because that's the part that frightens me the most-- the "being absent" part. I know it's only for 10 months, and I KNOW how important it is for me to complete my education with this bit of "icing", because it's the "icing" that's going to GET ME THE JOB...
I've never been away from my girlies. For thirteen years, I have had the privilege of being their stay-at-home-mother, and they have been the centre of my universe. Any work that I've done over the years has been done with their well-being at the forefront of my mind, and arrangements have been made to keep their lives as "normal" (for us, anyway) as possible.
I have somehow managed not to miss out on a single minute of their little lives.
It's been wonderful-- for ALL of us.
And now all of that will change.
I'm not good with change.
Especially when my wee one's very first response to my happy news was to burst into tears and ask, "WILL YOU STILL BE MY MUMMY????"
I need Mary Friggin' Poppins, people.
I sure hope she's out there somewhere. I'm going to start searching for her, first thing tomorrow morning. Wish me luck.
In the meantime...
I thought you might enjoy a guided tour of my refrigerator magnet collection. I CANNOT RESIST BUYING THESE SILLY THINGS, even though I don't have a magnetic refrigerator. These ones clutter up the front of my dishwasher, instead. People are catching on to my little collection, and are giving them to me as gifts-- soon, I'm going to have to put up a big magnet board on one kitchen wall, to accommodate them all.
Here are some of my personal faves:
Ah, yes. Tell me THIS ONE didn't just scream out my name.
Given to me by one of my best friends' eleven-year-old son. He picked it out for me himself. Tell me THAT'S not a flattering gesture... He and I share this evil little philosophy (right J??!)
Some days I WISH...
Let's face it. The little things are WAY more important... If it weren't for people who take care of the LITTLE things, there would be no way that anyone could get to the BIG THINGS. Yessir, the "little things" add up to great things.