FRECTIS

I’m laying here in bed, enjoying the cool summer evening listening to the crickets chirp… and my family rip farts in their sleep one by one.

Rip!

Rrrrrrrip.

RIP!

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip.

Riiiiiiiiipppppppp!

Ah, is this the life or what?  I can hardly breathe.

My sister and her family went to the mountains for the weekend and rented a cabin.  I was supposed to take my kids and join them but thanks to the mounds of homework yet to be started and a client I am the back-up midwife for, I couldn’t go.  Instead we went to the county fair.  While there I ran into a high school mate.  We had a mutual recognition of one another but surely each of us had no idea who the other was.  I made it more obvious by greeting him by the name of the guy I thought he was and he introduced himself by the correct name.  After I realized who he was and that I really didn’t know him at all I made some uncomfortably quick small talk about some lame thing I remembered from 20 years ago about his dad in an effort to beat it the Hell out of the and check out the 4H exhibits.

Since my sister had already texted me a jealousy inducing picture of her step-son playing pool on the cabin billiards table I thought I’d show her how much fun we were having by sending her a picture of wee little piggy:

I didn’t figure I’d get a reply seeing as she is on vacation and living it up, but within seconds I get this:

I figure I should write something.

Last summer I was too busy to write on account of all the time spent laying on the beach and eating $1 tacos with my family.  This summer doesn’t exist.  I went to school in January and with the exception of a two week break in May, I haven’t had a break.  I will be finished with summer classes next week.  In English Literature I have an essay to write on Ibsen’s A Doll’s House (due Tuesday) and an in-class essay on Othello (Thursday).  In History of Music I have 3 quizzes and a 150 question final, all due by Thursday.

I will have about 4 weeks off to do nothing and pay attention to my kids who have been mostly fending for themselves when there are gaps between me leaving for school and husband returning from work.  I am feeling very guilty about that, but I don’t think we really have a lot of options.  I need to get a degree that can actually pay the bills.  I have been trying to please them wherever possible with lunch or dinner out as a family, shopping for sale items when I get paid, trips to the skate park, Starbucks, going to the beach, or the pool.

I have four babies getting close to birth and hopefully by scheduling all of my Fall classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays I will have a good chance of not missing much class, if at all.  I will be taking a general chemistry class (organic, inorganic, and biochemistry) with the dry but effective instructor and intermediate algebra with the instructor who had the most smiley faces but does not allow drinks or snacks in the class, according to RateMyProfessors.com.  I love that site.

In other news I am getting my hair bleached at the o’dark thirty on my only day off (whose stupid idea was that?) and my back is so tight from stress I can’t turn my head to the left.  And since I caved in for a nap this afternoon, I am not tired.

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