Stabs of guilt

Can't believe it's already the middle of freaking October, and by that I mean HOLY CRAP, TIME IS MOVING WAAAAY TOO FAST!!!

And then I ask myself, 'Poodle, how does this happen?' Does time actually go faster at various moments in the space-time continuum, or is it that my brain finally exploded and caused me to lose track of a few months?

I'm voting for the brain explosion, because that's how I've been feeling. There is just so much to do, and so little time for any of it. In fact, I feel totally guilty keeping up this blog because really? I should be studying. Or doing a load of laundry. Or buying a turkey.

Oh yeah. It's Thanksgiving this weekend. Awesome.

In fact, I LOVE Thanksgiving. One of my favourite holidays, because it's full of food AND PUMPKIN PIE, which has been my favourite pie of all time since I was in utero. Oh, and by the way, whipped cream just ruins it. You're welcome.

So, usually at this time of the year, I'm all excited about the prospects of eating copious amounts of perfectly-roasted turkey, mashed potatoes that have been mashed to perfection, sweet potatoes, parsnips, Brussels sprouts, and ye olde favourite: CRANBERRY SAUCE! It's also extremely exciting thinking about a long weekend, because we all need those.

However, this year, my weekends (long weekends included) are filled with nothing but studying. I knew things had changed when I was happy Thanksgiving was coming because it would give me an extra day to study for that week's courseload.

Sad, I know.

And yet, I'm plugging along, with nary a frown on my face, except when I really think about things, and realize that I have a lot of work to do, and not enough time to do it, and I haven't been able to enjoy the beauty that is Fall in these here parts of the country, and that I haven't seen my family enough (which makes me very sad, actually). Especially when I call Dee to see how his day was, as I sit in the hallway at school (STUDYING, what else?!), and he tells me he was stabbed in the hand at school by the class psychopath.

Well, that's just swell.

I wanted to pack up my bag and come home right then and there. But I couldn't. 

As it turns out, Dee was fine. However, I was not, and still am not. But it's something I'm going to have to deal with in one way or another because I (and my family) knew this was going to be the case going into the paramedic program. It's more work than two full-time jobs, so just grin and bear it, yo. MUCH easier said than done.

Meanwhile, I am going to enjoy this Thanksgiving weekend, and I know I'm making all of my American friends extremely jealous right now. Don't be envious. Just be thankful.


This too shall pass and there will be celebrations to come. Celebrations of completion and of achievement.
ReformingGeek said…
Nom. Nom. Pumpkin Pie. Turkey. Cranberry Sauce.

Keep the Brussel Sprouts.

Pearl said…
I am not jealous, I am thankful, and please pass the turkey gravy.


Nicki said…
Hey there! Newly following from Networked Blogs! I hear ya...I should be studying too...signing off to do that now!
meleah rebeccah said…
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday too. I know you are exhausted and busting your ass constantly, and I TRULY admire you for all that.

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