Yep. No friendly greeting today.
Next week is finals week and I couldn't be more ecstatic to be done with this semester. Organic Chemistry is no joke. It's tested me. It's tested my classmates. It's a make-or-break class. But I want to be a nurse so I need to press forward. I just need to survive one more week. But then I'll blink my eyes and it will be time for the next round of intellectual torture: Micro lecture and lab, Life Span Development, and CPR. Summer fun, am I right?
I'm actually pretty excited for summer since last year, we spent the whole season in and out of the hospital. I've just bitten off more than I can chew right now with school, 2 young kids, and maintaining this household. Maybe that doesn't sound like a lot but every single one of my days is crazy from start to finish. I don't feel like I have a lot of help at home anymore. Not anything that's constant anyway. But I guess if you're not going through the nursing school process, you can't understand how hard it really is. It's not something I can explain. It's a full time job, for sure. I can't do EVERYTHING yet it's like I'm expected to. But I chose this. All of this. So I guess I shouldn't complain. I'm just so worn out and there's no real break in site.
Until Mexico. It's going to be like a 5 day nap...with salt and limes on the side. I can't wait to recharge these batteries. I've needed something like this for almost 3 years now. It's been a LONG 3 years...
Spencer started the evaluation process to transfer into the Brunswick schools. Like I've said before, the whole thing makes me nervous because the school he's at now is like a nice, supportive, comfy bubble. They love Spencer and I cannot stress that enough. Every tiny thing he does is a major accomplishment in their eyes. Unless you have a child with a developmental disability you can't really understand how huge even the smallest things are. Spencer said JUICE and DID IT yesterday and you would have thought I won the lottery. I had been nervous about him moving into the city school system because I didn't know how supportive they would be and I was worried that maybe he would be the only one who was a little different.
My worries were calmed a little after a meeting at his future (fingers crossed) preschool and I've heard nothing but good things about their program. In every classroom, there are eight special needs children and four peer students. And a mom friend of mine says you cannot tell the difference between the kids when you look into the class. Everyone is treated the same and they all enjoyed being in each other's company. They learn from each other. It's a very in-demand program. People want their typical kids to go there.
He was already evaluated by the school psychologist and she couldn't have come on a better day! It was the first time he had taken unassisted steps in front of his teachers and he was very chatty and social. They were so excited. She was impressed. Next we will have a couple of lengthy phone calls to go over some history, he'll be evaluated by a physical therapist, and a few people will come to do observations within our home. There are some things he may not do in school that he does here and they want to see all of his potential.
Even though I am certain he will be accepted into the city schools, I'm still nervous and slightly blue. There is a part of me that is still so mad that he has to jump through all of these hoops. He can't just go to a regular preschool like every other kid. I love him more than I can possibly put into words...it's just that sometimes I still wish he was your typical, average bear...for his own sake. I feel sick when I think about him struggling. But I know all kids struggle, I certainly did. I've done my best to stop thinking about the future because those are things that may never happen and my time is wasted on that. But it's time to transfer into the city schools so, I guess the future is here.
We will know June 5th what the decision is.
As for the medical side of things, he has his next clinic appointment on Wednesday. It's been two months so I really can't complain, even though I hate going. I hate the cancer aspect of our lives (which seems to be just about everywhere these days). The clinic is move to a new location and I'm actually pretty pumped to see it. The staff there loves him and haven't seen him in a while so it'll be a good day as long as we don't receive any weird news. I'm not really expecting any. Maybe a change in his thyroid medication but that's going to be a possibility for the rest of his life.
Poor Sully. It always seems like he gets the short end of the stick. People are drawn to Spencer because of all his crazy circumstances. There's just a lot to talk about when it comes to him but that doesn't mean that Sullivan doesn't deserve some major attention. He is awesome through and through. So smart and so funny and so so so crazy! I don't know what I would do without my little red pepper. He spices up even my darkest days. He always knows when I need an extra tight hug or a good smooch. He's such a pal.
My one-month work out group has come to an end. Our before and after pictures and measurements were due on Monday. I'm happy to report that at least for me, the whole thing was a success! I lost 4.1 pounds (and still dropping), 10", and a pants size. And I'm not stopping there. My particular workout program has a schedule that goes for 20 weeks and I'm going to do my damnedest to make it the whole 20! I like the way I'm starting to look and Todd has even noticed the difference. It's really, really, really hard but every day gets a little bit easier which makes me feel kind of proud. I don't know if I'll make it to my goal weight by July but I'm willing to trade the number on the scale for how my legs and stomach and arms are looking. It's only going to get better as long as I stay focused and determined. It's the one thing I do for myself and JUST for myself everyday.
So it's time for me to go do it!
I'll blather at you again soon!
17 days until Lady Gaga.
29 days until my next weigh-in.
51 days until my godchild's high school graduation & Jen's wedding.
70 days until my weight loss goal deadline.
77 days until Mexico! Olé!!!