Because my calendar magically cleared itself (and my laundry washed itself, too!), I decided to take a couple of college classes this spring.
No, actually, my calendar is fuller than ever (and my laundry is piled up higher than ever), and I am just a crazy woman.
One day last fall I came to the realization that our extended excursion into poverty last year just might have positive implications when it came to financial aid.
So, armed with a bucket load of grants and scholarships, I am completing the remaining six classes I need to finish my bachelor's degree in nursing (I have my associate's - it's a long, complicated story and I won't bore you). Yes, it's those same six classes I have needed since I decided I was too busy and overwhelmed, and quit when Allie-16 was born, well, 16 years ago. And again that time when I tried to start when Libby-12 was born. And again when I registered but withdrew when Annie-8 was born....You get the idea.
ANYWAY, I thought it would put me over the edge of the stress scale (I was at 330 at last check, which is probably why I finally had to go to the doctor for - you guessed it - a steroid shot for my allergies, which have been out of control lately).
But surprisingly, I have thoroughly ENJOYED my new venture. The kids are cracking up when I say I have to do homework. They are already used to stepping over my piles of paper, so that wasn't any adjustment. We held a family meeting and they agreed to pitch in (at least in theory). I cleared out a space in the garage and set up tables for sorting laundry (it's amazing how those piles don't bother me, as long as they are not on my bed). I have already written four papers in APA format (who knew all that blogging would come in handy when it came to writing?) and read dozens of scholarly articles. My mind is brimming, which is probably why I can't come up with something to blog. Just email me instead, okay?
So here I am. A forty-four-year-old working mother of five going back to school. It's just so crazy it might work.