I'm back again.

I didn't blog for two months. I didn't want to because frankly, I was enjoying my time with Jacob too much. But I missed sharing a lot of stuff that happened and I'm sorry about that. Christmas was wonderful, so was Hannah's birthday and Valentine's. I'm glad we're past these events and getting ready for spring, though.

A really obvious confession: I love song lyrics. Little phrases of songs will run through my head throughout the day and I get disappointed if someone doesn't know what I'm talking about (so I'm always disappointed). Here are some that keep running through my head lately:

And soon we'll have this tale to tell; All is well! All is well!

 And I think to myself, What a wonderful world.

 I don't find this stuff amusing anymore.

 "I am leaving, I am leaving," but the fighter still remains.

 And for some reason, Leah keeps singing these two:

It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now. (She doesn't even know what drunk means.)

Let it go, Let it go! You'll never see me cry. Along with everyone else that has Frozenitis.

 It sounds cheesy now that I write it out but I don't care. Music gets me through a lot--both good and bad. Leah has caught on and will often get lost in a good song ("Mom! Don't turn off the car until we hear the best part!") Hannah, on the other hand, is starting to like hip-hop. I don't know where she comes from.

Jacob left yesterday for Kansas City. He's taking a 6 week prep course to get ready for the USMLE. It's the most important test a doctor will take--it determines their career from this point on. I know it's huge. I am supportive of him doing this. (Everything is awesome!  That's from the Lego movie, by the way).And I'm telling myself this hourly so that I don't get caught up in woe-is-me mentality. I knew medical school would be a nightmare. I know that medicine has a life of its own and everything else is a distant priority. But it didn't make him leaving easier (I will survive! As long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive). 

 So now we're back to a threesome until the end of March, in a new rental house that we moved into last weekend. Our previous landlord gave us 30 days to leave, saying he was selling the house, and we had to make it all happen before Jacob left for his class. Maybe someday I will spend an entire post ranting about the crappiness of this landlord and all the ways he made me angry (Red, the blood of angry men; Black, the color of despair!).  Or maybe I'll try to forgive and conveniently forget about all the money he unfairly cost us.

I still love my job, even though sometimes it stresses me out. I have to daily remind myself that these kids need the best shot at education I can give them (Everyone deserves the chance to fly). Everyday is Bring Your Child to Work Day for me, for which I am very grateful. Teaching is decidedly NOT lucrative (Poor. All my life I've always been poor) but I never dread going to work in the morning. That's how I know it's the right place for me.

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Jennifer Walker said…
All lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest...
February 17, 2014 at 7:01 PM
Unknown said…
I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, going home.
February 17, 2014 at 9:36 PM
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