I took the day off

It was justifiably the weekend from hell. 

I promise I'm not looking for your pity, I'm not.  However, three tests in 36 hours is so mentally exhausting I can't even begin to describe how empty it makes you feel...there is a lack of affect in life when you spend that much time poring over material.  And along with the perfectionism aforementioned, I seem to have developed a healthy dose of SEVERE test anxiety.  36 hours of anxiety is not fun.  And to top it all off, I really didn't perform very well.  Somewhere between all those hours of studying and taking the exams, the information decided to put itself into a mental blender.  I still have a B in both classes.  Life will go on.



My life goes on.  Every single day of it.
And this particular Sunday, I took the day off.  Well, the majority of the day.  I did have to get up at 7:30 in the morning to complete my CPR certification for nursing clinicals...but that was unavoidable, and now I know how to save your life, so it's a positive.
But the rest of the day, it was gloriously mine.


I returned from my practice of compressions and breaths into a creepy looking mannequin (it really was sorta creepy) and my boy had returned from his weekend away at the lakehouse.  The necessity of high speed internet prevented me from going with him, so tethered to the kitchen table, which is temporarily serving as my desk, I stayed.

**sidenote...I was released from the hellishness by my beautiful baby sister who comforted me with warm fires and hilarious conversations and encouraged me with a great big (on sale) dose of retail therapy.  I am eternally grateful, B**

Although my babies were at their daddy's for the weekend, my furry babies returned with sloppy kisses and lots of love.

The love of animals...ahhh....

I decided that there would be NO studying this day.  None.  So I put the books away, ignored the piles of paper on so called kitchen table/desk and did things that I wanted to do.  I did things that made me feel better as a person.  I did things that made me happy.

Oh, and I also took a three hour nap.  But when not napping...I...

baked chocolate chip walnut cookies for my honey, because he adores them, as evidenced by the lack of the pile I had made...

I've always wanted to do one of these, so I decided to buy one for the kids for Valentines Day.  Wow...my voice sounds a lot different than I thought it did.  Thanks, Britty for not laughing at me the whole way through it.  I hope that they like it.  It's really, really cute.

packed my daughter's lunch and actually went searching for an old party napkin from her birthday party that had Ariel on it (her favorite princess) and wrote her a special Valentine's day message.  Because she was SO excited about Valentine's day (blog post to follow)...and because I wanted to make my baby girl smile. 

I read something....other than a textbook...

and I worked on my little boy's "smoovy" (pronounced smu-vee, and a word created by mr. carter himself) for at least 2 hours.  He keeps asking me if I'll eevveerr be done with it.  I don't think he understand how long it takes to crochet one row...  One day he will have a new smoovy to replace the blankie I made him as I watched him through the holes of his incubator. 

I took the day off.
And it was a good day.