Healthy Competition?

I am feeling a bit competitive. Why are their always people in your class that are ahead of you? What is it they have that I don't have? Is their a special studying technique I don't know about? Are they taking a special performance enhancing drug which makes them untouchable? (Maybe I watched to much Olympics) Is it to much to ask that I know everything, have a perfect looking house, am a perfect mother, and I look perfect also? If other people look like they are doing everything why can't I? Like I said I am feeling competitive. This is great state of mind for studying. I'd better get to it!

A Good Day, an Overwhelming Tomorrow

I was up early to get Chenoa to school and be off to work. I planned to do some homework at work. I realized at work it was time card day. AAAHHHH, What a nightmare! My job is fabulous but their system is not. It took about an hour in half to find missing receipts. This always happens and it drives me crazy!! Anyhow since I only had a short time until my treatment I checked my email. After work Kylee and I picked up Chenoa. We went to the book fair and Chenoa got every book on her list. This is pretty momentous seeing as all the other years we were never able to participate in this fundraising. We were always barely making it before. Chenoa was so excited she was able to get all of her books. She was so happy she helped with many chores at home. She unloaded and loaded the dish washer and swept the kitchen floor. That was the best kitchen floor sweeping our kitchen has seen in months:) I was so pleased I decided to make spaghetti for dinner which Chenoa loves.

The girls were off to bed and I started my homework. Little did I know my anatomy review takes way longer than I thought. It took me about a little over two hours to download and review all of the little power points and quizzes just for chapter four. The first two chapters were a lot easier and even less downloading. My class is tomorrow night and I am in school all day. I don't think I can get this done. Live and learn. And now I find my Micro teacher added a quiz for Thursday at my 7 am class. I am not sure how I can cram this all in but I am sure going to try. I guess it wouldn't be so bad if all my classes weren't crammed into these two days. Although I guess I could have checked the site earlier. Didn't my teacher's know I was taking a holiday weekend! LOL! Guess I know what I am doing this weekend. Study Study Study!

Hope Marc makes it to the back to school night with the girls tomorrow. Sounds like a lot of work though. I feel silly asking for a sitter for just an hour. Maybe I should let him off the hook with this one! The teacher didn't sound very enthusiastic about it but I really want to know about the homework.

First Day Of 1st Grade

Chenoa was excited about her first day of school. Finding parking was a nightmare. It took me about ten minutes to find a spot. (I am not exaggerating) Having been through this before. I knew to put the recommended list supplies in there spots and find Chenoa's seat after hanging her backpack up. I introduced myself to Chenoa's teacher. She seemed nice, she reminded me of a family friend. This was comforting to me. I felt good as I left Chenoa. She didn't seem to care that I was saying goodbye. On the way out I saw Marc's cow-worker and his wife. There little one is in Chenoa's class with her. The same as last year before we were deferred.

After my speech class where I did my first speech. I rushed to pick Kylee up and get to Chenoa's school. I didn't want to be late. I knew Chenoa would be upset if I wasn't outside the room when she was out of class. I was racing the clock and there was no parking. Darn it, I was late after driving around the school to find parking on the corner. I had to put Kylee in the stroller and give her a snack she was hungry and crying. I made it to her class when I saw kids walking away. I was so sad. But when I walked to Chenoa's class I saw lot's of kids still there! Chenoa spotted me and hopped in front of me. She said I want to stay here longer with a huge smile on her face. What a relief. She hadn't concerned herself with me trying to get there. Chenoa was simply happy about her day. She loved her teacher and had made two friends.

At home I fed her snack and she told me stories of her following the rules so she could be in the front of the line. How did I get so lucky?