Tuesday Tell-All

Tell-All Tuesday

*After Matt had read yet another article on the importance of women getting enough folic acid (and accepting that it was a hopeless cause to try and make me remember to take it every morning), he found a sneaky way around my forgetfulness: I found it the next day packed in my lunchbox in a Ziploc baggy with a smiley face on it. Sneaky.

*My clinicals were just as bad as I thought they’d be (worse, in some ways). But then today I felt guilty about it, because while interviewing the teacher of the class, he said that he just got thrown into teaching this subject at the last minute and that he felt stupid teaching it in front of me because he knew I had more of a background in it than he did. After that, I just felt guilty complaining about it. So you all are spared from my whining…until I forget about my guilt, of course.

*Matt asked me just now, “Did you see the caramel in my math book?” To which I responded, “Ah ha! You’ve been eating the ice cream again, eh?” To which he then responded, “You don’t remember eating that caramel apple last night, eh?”…….Sneaky.

*You know what’s really great right now? The fact thatΒ  I’m sitting at home at 4:15 in the afternoon. This is one of the main redeeming qualities of every Tuesday: I don’t work because I *get* to go to clinicals all day long at the high school. I’m spending it wisely folks—distracting Matt while he’s working on math homework and eating kettle corn. I’m happy.

*Sometimes I randomly hit Matt in the night and he doesn’t remember it the next day. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

*I decided that I have conditioned myself to not be willing to do homework at home anymore. Because of my schedule this semester, all of my homework has been getting done either on campus in the morning before class or during slow periods at work. So on days like today, when I actually get home at a decent hour and should still have plenty of stamina left to be productive, my brain has this crazy notion that “we don’t do homework at home anymore.” The real pressing question out of all this: can I do all of my homework for tomorrow in that little hour that I have tomorrow morning before class…

*I am in the middle of the most engaging memoir–it’s about a woman who went from being homeless to graduating from Harvard, and it had me hooked from the first page. I can’t wait to review it for you all. Maybe that’s what I’ll go do instead of homework.

*Can I just say how nice and relaxing this week has been because I haven’t had to worry about my other job? Heaven is getting to come home at 5:00 and actually have the rest of the evening to do whatever I wish.

How is your week going?