Moving on

I feel the need to redeem my last blog.

Since then, I did get a day to clean my house. I love Christmas, but the tree was blocking what little light comes in these days and dropping needles everywhere. Time to move on! I don't love housework, but it made me happy to get things a little more under control. My mom even helped the kids clean their disaster of a living space. She's a brave woman! Now if I could just find a way to motivate them to keep it that way...

My job has driven me crazy over the break. Shortly after finals I went to full time and left the safety of orienting with a preceptor. I remember thinking during my orientation, "If it's this hard for both of us to get this done, how am I going to do this all by myself?" I've found that it's nearly impossible. I was signed up to work all weekend before starting classes today. God must have had mercy, because I was pulled to be a 1:1 assistant instead of taking care of the whole quad. Normally this is no fun whatsoever, but I had a particularly amazing patient and the best two days of work so far. I was actually smiling when I came home last night. Usually I just want to collapse.

Today and tomorrow I have 5th quarter orientation. We're studying mental health and long term care, along with death and dying. It looks tough. I think I'm a school junkie, though, because even though I'm one of the worst procrastinators on the planet, I love making lists of tasks that I get to put off later. And I love the way time goes into overdrive over the course of the quarter. This is my last quarter of full time classes. Next quarter is my preceptorship, then graduation day and the NCLEX exam.

I had the house to myself for a few hours this afternoon and realized how much I missed that time to mentally and physically put my world in order. The last time I was home alone was December 22nd, and I was frantically trying to complete and procure Christmas gifts. So this afternoon was like a long sigh of relief. I'm sure things will be fairly chaotic as usual around here, but getting back into the routine is soothing. I am hopeful, for the first time in awhile, that there will be more joy in the days to come.