The only reason for time...

is so that everything doesn't happen at once. -Albert Einstein
Well, it certainly seems that right now, everything is happening at once. On a good note I got into the nursing school I was hoping for(Craven Community College), YAY!!! I have orientation on June 2nd, registration on June 29th, and classes start on August 18. Right now I am attempting to relax as much as I can this summer, and by relax I mean taking a break from schoolwork and a job so that I can devote more time to houusework and errands, and stress over how broke we are since I am not working:0 When I am not doing all of those things, I am playing with and caring for P and enjoying every minute of it, well almost every minute. Those minutes of unquestionable toddlerhood seem to be more challenging than an A&P lab practical on the muscles. Toddlerhood seems to me to be the most bittersweet time thus far. On one hand he is so evil sometimes I believe he can't possibly be of the human species, and at other times he melts my heart beyond belief with his curiosity, growing vocabulary, and wild imagination. At the end of the day when all of the chores are done, and P is sleeping, that's when I worry about nursing school and how it will take its toll on my family. I worry that I will not have as much time and attention to devote to them, and that the little things I try to do for them everyday(make J's lunch and read P a book before bed etc.) will fall through the cracks. I worry that they won'teat good meals on nights when I am home late or simply have too much studying to do to cook. I know that they are perfectly capable of making it, but I am so used to being able to devote all of my time to caring for and loving them, that I think it will hurt me more than it actually hurts them. I am hoping it willgive time for P and j to get some good quality time together. What I REALLY worry about is March. In March will be deploying for the third time, but this time he will be going to Afghanistan as a sniper. As a big believer in reading the local newspaper, I have felt my heart ache over and over again this past year for those families whose loved ones have come home in an old-glory clad metal box and not happily filing out of a bus in anticipation of that first kiss in 7 months. For the sake of being uncouth...I am scared shitless. I also doubt my ability to balance taking care of P, being a nursing student, taking care of myself, and taking care of the household duties while trying to supress the stress of him not only being gone, but him being in danger. I keep reminding myself to take a deep breath and turn to God. I keep reminding myself that I have people supporting me, people who believe I can do this, and people who need me to do this, that I need me to do this.After all of the worrying is over, I try to smooch my husband every chance I get, read for pleasure, be a tv junkie, and enjoy the cool nc summer nights with friends who will shortly be going their own ways and doing their own things. I am so very thankful to say that in about a month I will be getting to go home for about 10 days. I will eat, sleep, and be merry with all of those who I love the most. Even as I type, I can feel the tears of joy welling up in my eyes...I just can't wait. On an end note, the hubby just put in a movie and the more I type the more he sighs and looks at me out of the corner of his eye because I am interrupting his movie(reminds me of someone else I know ).I will leave you with this quote from a wonderful book I just read(The Middle Place By Kelly Corrigan)..."Even when all the paperwork-a marriage license, a notarized deed, two birth certificates, and seven years of tax returns-clearly indicates you're an adult,all the same, there you are, clutching the phone and thanking God that you're still somebody's daughter."

Let the Waiting Begin

Well, it has been a while, and a lot of things have been going on since the last time I posted. My husband came home from his deployment on December 4. We have had him home for a month and are currently on standby, as he will be going to Haiti soon. Parker is growing like a weed, and I am actually having to go and buy him new jeans and shirts tomorrow because they are all getting too short(yet not any tighter, unfortunately). He will be 2 on March 25th, and needless to say he is a handfull. As for me, I finshed out the Fall semester with a 4.0, and have put in applications at 4 different schools for their nursing program. So, $100 and 3 entrance exams later, here I am waiting, waiting, and waiting some more. My fingers are crossed, I am wishing on every falling star, and hoping that I get into nursing school SOMEWHERE! If so this semester I will be done with all of the prerequisites. I am hoping to take a break from school this summer and get a part-time job. Hopefully it won't be so long before I post again next time, and hopefully I will have some good news in a month or two!

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What's that smell?

Today I am blogging about smell. This is odd I know, but trust me when I say it is going somewhere. It started this morning in the shower, and I know that right this moment you are thinking that I must have been really stinky this morning but this is not the case. I was no more or less stinky than I am any other morning and I like to think that as a general rule I smell pretty unstinky most of the time. In a vain attempt to grab my own body wash, my clumsy hands knocked Jordan's(my husband) body wash off of the shelf. It hit the floor and the to popped off of it, and suddenly I smelt him. Foolishly I closed my eyes for a second and pretended he was there. And for a second he was. For a second he was there with his arms around me right where he belongs. Isn't it amazing what a smell of something can do. Like coming home from a long crappy day, ticked cuz you don't feel like cooking dinner, and walking through the door to be greeted by the smell that reminds you you put a roast in the crock pot this morning. Or smelling your baby's head after a bath and thinking to yourself everything would be alright if you could just sit and hold that baby.This could go on and on, all I am saying is that I am so glad I have a fully functioning nose( except when Jordan eats mexican food) :)

An AHA moment...sort of

Ok so I know anyone who has ever pursued a college degree has at least one time during college thought "Can I really do this?" "Should I do something else?" or "Am I cut out to do this?" Well I was kind of having that hought yesterday as I sat in Biology with the most dumbfounded look on my face as the teacher was explaining ligaments, tendons, and joints. I felt stupid to say the least.Flash forward to last night after dinner. As some friends and I were headed back to my house from the park an ambulance and fire truck pulled into a neighbor's house whom I know has kids. I thought to myself "I don't know what I'd do if something happened to my baby like that." Then suddenly realized, well in a few years I will know what to do. I will know exactly what to do. :) So there goes AHA moment numero uno...

First Attempt...

Well I am kind of new at this blog thing, but decided that it would be nice to jot down my thought as I journey into the life of a military wife, child-rearing, and the intimidating task of becoming an Oncology Nurse. The posts may be about any of those things or about nothing in general, nevertheless, I hope you you enjoy...