My days

My days go something like this:

I wake up to the sound of the kids getting ready to go to school. Usually they're very quiet and well behaved, so that I can turn over and go back to sleep for a few minutes.

Finally, I groggily get up and put in my contact lenses so that I don't pee all over the floor by mistake. My process-of-elimination skills aren't so great. Then I brush my hair, which is mega important, because if you don't start the day with brushed hair, your day will suck. This is for real, guys. Believe me. Brushed hair = awesome day.

Then I go downstairs and promptly make myself a big cup of coffee. Not as important as the brushed hair stage, but almost.

And then I either get dressed and go to school, or I sit down with my mega-pile of science books, and I study, read, and study some more. Then I practise lifting people off the ground, putting stretchers into make-believe ambulances, and study some more.

This is now my life. Yes, I get to see my family every day, but not very much. I have to carve out little moments in time so that I can at least ask them how their day went, and make sure things are working well enough for everyone so that I can once again disappear into the hovel I have dug for myself and -- you guessed it -- study.

Despite this seemingly difficult and busy life I now have, I am loving it. Despite not seeing my family much anymore, and missing home, I am so happy. And proud of myself. And glad I married a wonderful guy who is letting me live my dream.

And on that note -- I have to go study!