Although I don;t get into the whole Halloween thing, I'm taking the kiddos trick-or-treating before the party at church tonight. They are dressed up as story-book characters, and I'm going as the Grim Tickler from Veggie Tales. OK, so I'm wearing a black robe and carrying a feather, but it was their idea and so I thought I'd do it.
Not alot of news - been sick as a dog. The kiddos have been OK. Got a letter from the ex telling me how he'd love to send the kids something nice for Christmas, but he's going through a hard time right now. I called to give him their sizes (per his request) and a list of stuff they's like, but he couldn't talk because he and his honey were on theor way out to dinner then a movie. They are having their kitchen remodeled so they can't eat at home right now. Boo friggin Hoo. Meanwhile I'm only eating once a day to stretch the food budget, and make sure the kiddos have enough to eat.
Other than having problems with an ex who doesn't even acknowledge he has kids to the outside world, and tryingto scrape by, things are going pretty good. Maybe I'll be able to get back on-line soon and can update more. In themeantime, Christmas is coming - don;t forget my amazon link (kidding, kidding.......)
I'm sitting in the Administrative Science Building at school right now, supposed to be studying for my Economics test. But I'm doing this instead. I still have an hour.
Anyway, they have these really old computers with the FULL CLICK keyboards, and it's so loud in here from everybody typing that there's no way I could study if I really wanted to.
In the news this week:
My baby kitten had a seizure a couple of days ago, but is fine now except se can,t close her left eye all the way. My oldest child is still dating a member of the opposite sex (hooray!), my middle child has had three asthma attacks in a week (I think it's time to change our meds again) and my youngest is getting more ornery by the day.
The new job is going wonderfully - I get paid tomorrow. I still do the books at my old job which makes up for losing my food stamps. Next week I move back into the lab where I start my real job, instead of all this cross-training stuff they've been having me do. It's like, we're going to train you to do everybody else's job first, then you can learn yours, especially since you'll never be doing anybody else's job because we're so darn busy we can't take lunch, much less send you somewhere else.
Well, guess I had better go and at least pretend to study.
Tomorrow I am dropping one of my classes. I just can't can;t carry a full-time load right now. My kids need me at home, and I'm also changing my major to Education so I'll be in school a few more years anyway. I think I'd rather teach than anything else, and also if I teach in a high-need area I can get my student loans forgiven, so I won't have to pay them for years and years.
Or else, since I'm keeping the Biology major I could also become a biologist. That's the plan for today anyway. Regardless, I'm dropping the physical chemistry and getting out of chemistry.
New job is going great. Though I'll never ever become a nurse. I had to watch a baby be circumcised today. I'm a girl, and it made ME hurt. Glad I won't have to work in that area often.
Good thing for today: Clinical orientation is almost over.
Went to employee health at my new job to get my 2nd PPD and they told me that I also needed a hepB and MMR. OK, no problem. Having Lupus I'm kinda used to needles and shots don't bother me. So I got my shots and headed to the elevators after signing all the stuff you have to sign when you get shots. Next thing I know, I'm laying on an examining table and a nurse is taking my blood pressure. 70/40. They made me lay in there for about 30 minutes and tried to send me home. I was feeling better, so they I went back to work.
I feel lousy today - skipped my classes this morning 'cuz I was running a fever. I did make it to my afternoon class though. And I'm feeling human again now. What's weird is I had an MMR when I started back to college, and I had the hepB series several years ago. But I'm not immune to either Rubeolla or hepititis B. Weird.
The doctor told me only one shot at a time from now on. I have NEVER passed out from having shots before. And I've had plenty of them. I just can't figure it out.
I was off this weekend. Had big plans for doing housework and homework, and taking the kiddos to the park. Went into the old job for a couple of hours Saturday morning to help out with the books. Found out Friday that my food stamps have been cut off again because I got too much money in my student loan check. Took kiddos through the cornfield maze out in the county. Lots of fun but dang, it was hot in there. Then oldest went to homecoming and had a miserable time. Went to lunch after church with my mom. She paid. And so now the weekend is over.
As far as housework goes, I did steam clean my mattress and turned and rotated it. And washed all the blankets, pillows, etc. Did no homework. Stayed up way too late playing the Sims again.
Right now I'm looking for a church. Used to be really into the church thing, was there every time the door opened. Then my marraige fell apart and I just couldn't go. Everybody there was really nice, but I suddenly didn;t fit in anymore. We were in the young marrieds group, but when we seperated I was placed inthe singles group after a six-week divorce recovery group. And the singles my age had no kids so all the stuff they did I couldn't do - no childcare - no desire to take two toddlers white-water-rafting, etc. So I quit going to my huge mega-church because we didn't fit the mold of the perfect family anymore. There was nothing for us. Tried a smaller church for awhile, but my mom goes there and I hate having everybody in my business all the time. So that didn't fit either. Then my oldest child came out of the closet. Now we REALLY don't fit anywhere. But I'm still looking because I am so lonely right now.
I don't have alot of time to devote to it all. So I continue to instruct my kiddos at home in my core beliefs, pray for my oldest, and hope that somewhere out there I'll a place where we won't be judged because we don't fit a mold and my oldest will feel loved. Oh well. Maybe I should just start my own church.....