Some Endings

A typical story--I started rearranging my blog, got bored halfway through, and didn't finish the project. Story of my life.

I'm not going to change it now.

There are two weeks left of school. I'm kind of in shock--I truly can't believe how I got to this point and am looking at the backside of my first year of teaching, first year of marriage, first year in Santaquin, etc. It has been incredible in every way (and some of those ways weren't all that great). I'm winding up my resource groups and trying to figure out what to do with all my teaching stuff. I don't know where I'm going to be in the fall so it's really hard to plan anything. And for someone who can't stick to a schedule from one hour to the next, I really hate ambiguity.

Jacob took his big fat Step One med school test on Thursday. It took nine hours and was grueling for everyone involved  (me). He came home Friday and is also feeling a great deal of ambiguity--what will his score be? Where will we end up? I think we are both feeling a great deal of relief and trepidation. I'm going to keep my "I hate med school" comments to a minimum. Or to nothing at all.

I'm too tired to give my full, undivided diatribe on Mother's Day, but I do want to point out that I went to bed feeling peaceful and grateful for a first rate husband that made a mean cordon bleu and his own cream sauce. And even more grateful for the chance to be a mom to two really exhausting, really funny, and really talented little girls. I hope they always know how much I love them and enjoy being a mom. Jacob makes it easy for me to be a better mom and it motivates me to help him in his responsibilities, too.


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