Okay, all of you who encouraged me and said I could do this grad school thing and be a single mom and hold a job/manage an internship: WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!!!!
If you're guilty of this, please raise your hand...
(Looking up seeing hand) Oh, this was originally MY idea wasn't it? (Well, sort of)
I have 4 baskets of clean laundry still waiting to be folded... (Okay, so that's not really new).
I have a new shower curtain somewhere in this mess that once resembled our living space... if I could find it to put it up...
I have a passel of car-wash supplies I bought 2 weeks ago (not to mention a gently used wet/dry vac Daddy gave me 3 weeks ago) hoping I'd find an 2-hour window in which to attack Kermit...
My hair is longer than it's ever been... not because I want it long but because I can't find time to get it cut.
I have SERIOUS grad-school Senioritis...
I have children who are starting to forget what I look like...
Hopefully, I'll remedy some of that this weekend. Then... between Monday, August 22 and Thanksgiving I'll have two (count them, 1, 2) of sixteen weekends off until Thanksgiving. I will have eight (count them, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 6, 7, and 8) internship classes to attend from 6-9 pm on every other Thursday night. I will have clinic on Tuesdays, which means no getting home before 7 pm on seventeen (count them 1, 2, 3... oh nevermind) Tuesdays in that period. Oh, and that doesn't even touch the HOMEWORK I'll be doing, the tests I'll have to take.
But then, I'll be DONE. At least with THIS chapter's struggles. MAN I want a cigarette, but I'm 3 months, 2 weeks and 11 hours smoke-free, so I can't even do THAT!!!
Speaking of done, I'm wrapping up this semester's paperwork this week. Part of that is my evaluation of the Master Counselor, (the MC) then his evaluation of me. As you may have guessed, every now and then, I have to remind Mr. OCD to take a breath to avoid a freak-out. Last night, I had class at 6, but 5:50 I hadn't heard from my babysitter and had to call for backup... knowing class had already begun while I waited. No pressure. To amuse myself, I texted the MC.
Me: What's that I'm always telling you to do? Breathe?
MC: Yes, what's up?
Me: Babysitter didn't show. Waiting for backup... I'm okay... Just not breathing. :-/
Later, in internship class, I got his reply:
MC: S--t happens! (yes, he put the dashes in... sometimes he chooses to show a semblence of tact)
Me: Be nice to me. I'm evaluating you as we speak.
MC: Ya but don't forget, I play a role role in your FINAL grade.
Me: Look here you old coot, you should be looking for grade HIGHER than an A to give to me for putting up with your S--t!
(Okay, so I didn't really send that last one, but I WANTED to.)
Ah, I remember the last semester of grad school. I was also a single mother at that point, and working the UK and Fayette County School jobs nights and weekends while leaving 40 "business "hours a week open for my last internship.... Good stuff.
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately, fast forward 11 years later and my schedule hasn't changed too much. No days off, 24/7 on call... my only advice is choose your job after grad school very very very carefully.
Honestly, Terre, I'm hoping to keep working with the MC (glutton for punishment maybe?) Clinic days are fascinating... and today when I was observing an intake the MC actually said "Kelly or I will be available for your counseling..." As hard as it is for him to let go of all the reigns, I couldn't help but grin. We'll see where God leads...
ReplyDeleteKell, you're one of the strongest people I know. You can do this. I will remind you of that every single day if need be. Just say the word. You know I'll do it.
ReplyDeleteAs for the "chores" that are being overlooked. Life will go on. Just make the time for your daughters. The rest, who really cares?
And, if you need to vent, you know I'm willing to listen.
Thanks T. I just did! :P
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