perfecting procrastination
My hands are still wrinkly from washing dishes after lunch, my desk is clear and I have a small window of time to study this afternoon.
While some people rot on the computer playing FaceBook games and ..... who knows what else, I lose myself in Word and Excel as I organize to-do lists, party planning notes, and study schedules. Even though it's not totally wasted time, it's certainly not something I should be using my time for these days, and it was hard to tear myself away this morning after my oatmeal was finished. On the upside, Charlotte's tea party birthday party plans are very organized ;-)
After today, Charlotte has only 3 days of preschool left and then the next time she packs her backpack for school, I'll be walking her to her first day of Kindergarten! I had a familiar ache in my heart when I thought about it; my baby, my rainbow baby, and thinking of the baby who will never have her first day of school. *sigh*
I picked up a parcel at the post office, expecting it to be my ESW book from Ontario. Instead, it's a shiny new copy of the NRP textbook, 6th edition. I'll be reviewing that with a shot of rescue remedy. After all these years (really, after 6 years I should be able to refer to it that way, right?) it does get easier to separate Abby's death from the clinical stuff I need to study and DO for midwifery, but it's no less painful. It's hard to explain.
And now I'm off to settle in with a textbook and study cards.
While some people rot on the computer playing FaceBook games and ..... who knows what else, I lose myself in Word and Excel as I organize to-do lists, party planning notes, and study schedules. Even though it's not totally wasted time, it's certainly not something I should be using my time for these days, and it was hard to tear myself away this morning after my oatmeal was finished. On the upside, Charlotte's tea party birthday party plans are very organized ;-)
After today, Charlotte has only 3 days of preschool left and then the next time she packs her backpack for school, I'll be walking her to her first day of Kindergarten! I had a familiar ache in my heart when I thought about it; my baby, my rainbow baby, and thinking of the baby who will never have her first day of school. *sigh*
I picked up a parcel at the post office, expecting it to be my ESW book from Ontario. Instead, it's a shiny new copy of the NRP textbook, 6th edition. I'll be reviewing that with a shot of rescue remedy. After all these years (really, after 6 years I should be able to refer to it that way, right?) it does get easier to separate Abby's death from the clinical stuff I need to study and DO for midwifery, but it's no less painful. It's hard to explain.
And now I'm off to settle in with a textbook and study cards.