Chapter 18: Nightowl/School

It's only roughly 6:30pm, but I just woke up from my sunday nap.  This will result in my being up way too late tonight and having another internet binge- I didn't go to sleep until well after 3 last night/this morning because it's been so long since I could watch stupid youtube videos without having to wait 20 minutes for it to load!

Similar to my feelings on mornings, I love the sleepy silence that rings throughout my house at night. Providing, of course, the adorable little terror goes to sleep at a reasonable hour. Our apartment is maybe 200 yards from the freeway which was a little worrisome when we moved in, but with the windows closed it really is just a low hum and I'm afraid I've gotten used to it.  Not to mention the train tracks that are about 50 yards from our window.  Also, not bad, but terribly loud depending on how deep of a sleep you were in before it sounded like it derailed next to your window at 2 in the morning. :]

I am unusually excited to be up late tonight and the following 3 nights for a reason I have never dreamt would be anything but a joke; Studying for a math test.

I have what is called a "placement test" this coming Thursday that will determine which Math course I can be enrolled in.  Seeing as I am on a pretty tight time limit to receive my AA so that I can move on to the 4 year college I want to attend this Fall, I HAVE to place in at least the lowest level math (and pass) that will be accepted for my AA. Otherwise I could be looking at summer school and frankly, I think that sounds like a worse idea than __(insert worst idea you can think of here.)__.

In order for me to place high enough and do well on this test, I have to study like a mad woman because I have not actually applied myself in a math class of any kind since my sophomore year...of high school. I'm so scared I'm going to blow it but I have an incredible team of highly trained specialists and coaches who will push me to bring the math using side of my brain out of hibernation. **Note: The highly trained specialists are my hunky husband and my baby, the coach is online math refreshers and Dr. Pepper. <-- REAL doctor, your argument is invalid.

I'm not gonna lie, I have totally had this scene from Billy Madison running through my head for the past few weeks as I gathered info, prepared paperwork and applied for scholarships for my (hopeful) acceptance to Eastern Washington University.

Ah, the classics.

Chapter 17: Morning

I have never been a morning person, at least not since the summers during the elementary school days. I fought them increasingly with every passing grade (probably because I had to wake up earlier and earlier every year) and once early morning seminary came into play, I had pretty much created a barrier between me and the world before 9AM with my sullen grouchy face. It's possible I was growling at anyone who came within 4 feet of me, which is why they would steer clear. My poor dad drove me to seminary my freshman year of high school and, oddly enough, he isn't a morning person either! Ah, the battles of slamming doors and "I'm leaving in 30 seconds with or without you!!"...My poor dad.

Mornings are my few moments of a quiet house. I try to get up early enough that I can shower and take my time getting ready for the day and dink around on the computer for a little while before N is off to work and M is terrorizing every room that I swear was spotless when I went to bed the previous night. Now that school is starting up for me soon, I'll be taking full advantage of a quiet sleeping house so that I can focus and get what I can done before the day really takes off. Not to say that I am a "morning person" now, I still will not speak a word until I've at least showered and fully woken up, but I cling to those few moments everyday when I can focus on myself. It's important for me, who has always been perfectly content entertaining myself with my own hobbies, to get that time now that my nearly two year old is so busy. I love interacting with and watching this beautiful child as she learns and explores. Keeping up with her has me ready for nap time, too!

I hear little feet racing down the hall- morning meditation is over :]