I am in hell. Or close. Princess Trouble wanted to invite a few friends over for a sleepover so I currently have three 7 year old girls doing a craft in my kitchen after having made cupcakes and devoured dinner. A movie is next on the agenda. It's already an hour past her normal bedtime so we'll see how long they last. I forgot (or didn't realize - this is our first true "sleepover party") that the noise level of a 7 year old girl increases exponentially for each girl in attendance.
There are dogs in the neighborhood whose ears are ringing. And I need a drink.
MacGyver and Little Man have retreated to the Xbox and are currently playing Halo. Can't say I blame them. There is entirely too much estrogen coursing through this house. I need a drink.
Speaking of Little Man, I believe we are on our way to the first go-round with strep for the year. What's today...? The second of January? Good grief. That's on top of the nine run-ins with strep last year. NINE. Thank goodness we have an ENT consult coming up soo. Either they yank his tonsils out or I will.
The kids still have 2 weeks of break left. We'll see if I am still sane at the end of it all. Especially if this rain keeps up. I'd really like to hit the beach at some point but lately I'd be thrilled just to be able to go out in the backyard without water wings on.
Now that we've hit the new year, the theoretical countdown to deployment has begun. And that's ok. We're mentally ready for the news. In fact, I discourage people from saying, "Well, hopefully things will change." Because, if they *do* change, we'll be moving at the end of the summer and I am NOT ready for that.
Huh. How sad is it that I am more ready for my husband to deploy to a warzone than I am for our family to move? No wonder my civilian friends think military wives are screwy.
I heard back from the school where I am applying for the EMT program. All they need is a copy of my military ID and MacGyver's orders and I'm in. *eek* Still no word on whether they're going to make me retake A&P. If they do, the deal's off. And it's not like you can CLEP out of A&P. I'd have to retake the entire class - dissection lab and all. As much as I LOVED A&P, that's not something I have the time or inclination for. Nor the money. So we'll see. If they turn me down on paper, I'll go in and speak to the head of the program and see if I can get a waiver. The worst they can say is no, right?
I'm still not sure how the logistics would work out. The program is M-F from 8am to 3pm and it's downtown. So that means an hour's commute each way (minimum, assuming minimal traffic. And I can't use the carpool lane because it will only be me in the car (I know, I know...evil single-car-commuter, destroying the earth). Thank goodness for after-school day care. As for the mornings, I'll have to figure that out because MacGyver won't be here to help. Hmm...
Not a whole lot planned for the rest of the holiday weekend. What about you? I need a drink.
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