I didn’t get to sleep til three this morning, but I did it. I completed all of my projects, and still got about four hours of sleep. Of course, when I did wake up, at 7:45 a.m., I showered, made the kids’ breakfast, and ironed hubby a shirt–at the same time! I was out the door by 8:15, pretty impressive, considering my eyes were closed the whole time.
I don’t know what’s up with this Bx19 bus anymore. It used to be so reliable and a pleasure to ride, but now, it just rolls on up to the bus stop, nilly willy, whenever it wants to. Of course, now with so many people waiting, it’s crowded by the time I get on. It would seem to me, everytime the MTA wants to increase fares, transit is running more slow than usual. Then they announce they need the extra money to help speed up service, which they get, then a year or so later, service is slow again, and they need more money from me. Coincidence? I think not!
I have decided to go to the food stamp office in the morning and act plumb loco. If you’ve been following along, you know my family has applied for food stamps in September. You know that we have never gotten them on the date we were promised, always a week or two later, and we always suffer. Stalker like phone calls to our case worker used to be enough to resolve the issue, but now, I see I’m going to have to show up. I have an outfit planned, right on down to the huge doorknocker earrings. I have become convinced that since my family isn’t real to them, just numbers on a manila file folder, then I need to put a face with that number. Nothing violent, just some drama.
Today is my last day of classes for the Fall semester. I feel so relieved. I have lost my mind a total of 34.2 times since September. I have discovered a few things as well, like, I didn’t NEED to buy all them textbooks. Two of them I use to raise the height of my laptop when I’m typing in bed, like now. Where the others are, who knows, ask the baby. I saw him dragging one to the bathroom a few days ago. Whatever material I learned in class this semester, came from the Internet, and newspapers. College professors seem so obsessed that we be up on current events. Lucky I love to read.
Next semester, instead of five, I registered for four classes. As much as I feel proud of myself for going back to school, a five class load was threatening to break up my household. My children rarely saw my face above the computer screen, and my husband would get annoyed whenever my mind wandered in the middle of his stories.
So to have some time to be home, really be home, with my family, without paranoia that I’m failing just because I’m watching tv for a little while, is fantastic. I’m looking forward to re-decorating the tree (the kids dragged that poor thing down the hallway, causing injury to its little blue jingle balls). So maybe this weekend we will unveil the tree again, this time better than ever with new and improved lights and ornaments. (At their age, it makes no sense to spend more than 99 cents on ornaments.)
I promised myself I would make myself go to bed by midnight, and its almost there, so I’ll post again tomorrow, rested and refreshed, and feeling blogerrific!
