Well, the longest semester ever is finally over. I finished my third semester (since starting on my second degree) on Wednesday and I’m thoroughly enjoying my break.
Mikaela has been at home with me this week. I pulled her out of her private school because we can’t afford to keep sending her until I get a job. I’m really enjoying spending time with her and teaching her again. This week we worked on fractions, reading and ending consonant sounds, among other things. She is one smart kid.
Gabriel is still in public school, and I’m wishing more than anything I could put him back in private school. He is being picked on again and he just generally doesn’t like it. He never had a single problem at his private school (the same one Mikaela went to) … oh, how I wish I had a job so I could send them both back there.
I actually just went on a second interview for an administrative job at a local hospital. The pay is decent, but probably not enough to put both kids back in private school. I guess I’ll have to see if and when I get my first paycheck….
I had a really good feeling about the interview. I felt like I really connected with the interviewer. I should hear back early this week … so please say a prayer!
So, in the meantime, it’s going to be Mikaela and I hanging out at home. With the fact that she will be old enough to attend the public school next year … this will probably be my last time at home with her. I’m trying to savor it. It’s already been hard watching them grow up so much this year – moving from the ABCs to reading, leaving Playhouse Disney and PBS Sprout behind for iCarly and Spongebob … making insightful – sometimes even witty – observations every day; oh, my babies aren’t babies anymore. (I think that last sentence wins the prize for ‘worst run-on ever,’ but I’m too tired to fix).
So, I really have no immediate agenda other than trying to find work and enjoying my time with my kids. I have an online class starting next January, then it’s time to wait until I start an online nursing program through TX Tech in early 2011 (or if I don’t make the cut, 2012). Of course, Lord willin’ and creek don’t rise.
Speaking of the Lord – I’m in a phase of trying to figure out where to plug in at our newish church. I’m really bad about over-committing and then disappointing (in the realm of church, anyway). I can’t believe I just admitted that … that was painful. I guess part of it stems from frequent past sickness, and also from saying “yes” to things that I was not at all interested in doing (usually after some arm-twisting by another party). Don’t get me wrong … the blame lies with me. But the bottom line is, what do I get involved in? What I’m good at? What the church needs most? I know I obviously need to seek God’s direction in the situation, but it often seems like it’s hard to hear Him on matters like that.
Jay has committed himself to this church more than any other church we’ve attended before – he is their percussionist/drummer. He has no backup, so he’s there for long hours during the week for practice and also on Sunday for both services. I’m so proud of him, though … he’s really putting his gifts to use!