The Glory of Survival

I finally made it through another quarter. One more down and I'll have an Associate in Arts degree. I can't believe I'm so close to obtaining a college degree. Everyone kept telling me through out this quarter that if something is easy to do, everyone would do it. I can understand that! Taking 20 credits (four classes) has been absolutely draining. However, I learned a lot from the classes I took, and I've made a few new friends and even got to see my name in print - holla!! Somehow, I think I even managed to bring my GPA back up along the way. It's looking like I might be back at a 3.9, which will qualify me for some great scholarships once I head off to University. But that's a whole other ball of paperwork and time.
Luckily, I get to have the next two weeks of concentrated time with my husband at DisneyWorld, the happiest place on Earth. Although, I'm not so sure that's always a good idea. We do great for about a week if we're on a vacation, but after that things start to get a little testy. We each turn into a grumpy bear and each bear loves to poke the other bear with a big (verbal) stick, just to see what happens. While this juvenile behavior is truly entertaining, it isn't exactly harmonious to a marriage. By the time these two weeks are up, I think I'm going to be really looking forward to going back to school.
Merry Christmas everyone, and have a Happy New Year too!!

Please see photo above for why you should never set the camera up to take your picture automatically when you've just finished getting drunk in Epcot.

A.D.H.D.

I have decided that I suffer from A.D.H.D.: Attention Deficit Housewife Disorder. It's the only explanation for the sad state of affairs going on in my house right now. It seems that every time I get started on one housekeeping project I get totally distracted by another and by the end of the day I have two dozen projects going and not one that's finished!

For example, I pulled out the vacuum cleaner with the obvious intention to vacuum. But once I got started on that I realized that the carpet needed to be cleaned in a few places. So, before I continued vacuuming the rest of the house I started shampooing carpet in the family room and left the v.c. in the living room. But then I decided that since I wasn't in the kitchen, now might be a good time to mop the floor so that it could be dry by the time I was done with the carpets. So out comes the mop and pine-sol. Once that's done the mop has to go into the powder room so that it can drip in the sink instead of all over the now partial shampooed carpets. On the way back from the powder room I notice that the living room really needs a good dusting and why wouldn't I do that before I vacuum so that I can suck up all the dust that I just wiped down off the furniture? Do you see where I'm going with all of this? It just snowballs into the most amazing mess of cleaning products and pink rubber gloves (which I got to help keep me on task and why shouldn't I feel pretty when cleaning?).

Somewhere in this world I know there is someone suffering too. I want to create global awareness of this situation (Hello, Oprah?!). No one woman should have to suffer alone! But perhaps there is an answer:

I'm envisioning a cure for this debilitating and time consuming disease that involves a day at the spa for me and a great cleaning lady for my house!

But wait, who's going to take care of the cleaning ladies house, what do we do when she needs a day at the spa?

Oh crap.

Well, so much for hope. I guess the toilets can wait.