Me

About 5pm.  Twenty minutes ago.  Anxiety's favorite time to show up.  Well, tied with 10am.  I don't know why.  If you believe my doctor, it's all about my out of control thyroid.  I don't know, maybe.  It's also in my family history.

Speaking of my thyroid, I am struggling right now to make a big decision.  About my health.  Do I take a big gamble or do I sit back and wait and see?  I've always been more comfortable with the latter but it would be nice if the former actually paid off.  The doctors seem so confident with their advice.  But I always have questions.  And more questions.  I am tortured by this decision, it is in the back of my mind most of the time and has led to some disturbing dreams.  I've dreamed I'm dying, I'm drowning, that I have cancer.  Yep, no rainbows and ponies here.

I have one more teaching test...on April 21st.  I did very well on the first two...all my studying paid off.  This test gauges teaching ability.  We'll see.

Put in the paperwork for Adam to go to pre-school.  Exciting. Another marker of how time flies.  It will be interesting to see how he does.  I know he's smart with the academics but I wonder how he'll do with the group dynamic.  He's pretty independent.  The up side?  I look forward to Abbey/Mommy time, something I had with Adam before she was born.  Three mornings a week from 9am-11:30am.

There's an honors program reunion June 8 at the college.  I may go...if my friend Elizabeth goes.  It's a great chance to hobnob with the academic professors who always adored me.  I finally realized that I fit more with that side than the politics side.  I hope to make some good connections so I can get a position teaching freshman comp.

I've lost 7-10 pounds since November, mostly from getting on the exercise bike 6 mornings a week for 20-30 minutes. I've kind of being eating crappy though, so I haven't really shed any in the last month or so.  But doing that little workout makes me feel better.  I feel bloated when I don't do it.  I get right on when I get up; I guess it's my routine.

Mom is coming back next week to pack up and auction off her stuff.  She's already settled into her 2,500 square foot townhouse she "happened" to buy.  Hope she's happy.  And I genuinely hope this is what will help her move forward from my father's death.

This weird winter left me unsettled.  I had been set for some winter hibernating to recover from student teaching and then enjoy a great summer.  But there was no real winter.  And it all flew by, like everything.

I am mostly done with writing for the Business Magazine.  My brother is working for Todd now, though since he's starting at noon, he is able to do a little baby sitting.  Actually, it's a bit of a relief.  Trying to schedule interviews with a limited schedule became stressful leading to my poor choice to bring the kids on the last one.  Yeah, it went even "better' than you think it did.  Kind of said I'd do some writing for Oswego County Today, but he hasn't really tossed much my way and I haven't really been digging for stories.

So there's a lot going on, but not.  Looking forward to summer days were the kids can throw on sandals and we can walk to the park.