Well, I’m done! Yay! My presentation was marred by a few technical problems, but I moved through it and survived. I had a few questions from my committee and the program directors and that was that!
Congratulations, Dr. ABM!
Well, actually the program director doesn’t want to call us Dr. until the dean signs off. Whatever, man! I’m a doctor!
I had a great dinner with Hope and some cousins, and I’ve snarfed two cupcakes and a glass of wine.
I’m exhausted. I’m four years exhausted. I’m four years, one full time job, one newly, adopted kid with all kinds of drama tired. I am Tie-Erd. Seriously, my shoulders and back hurt. Today I’ll rest; just rest.
Ok, that’s a lie.
I still was up at 5:30 to make sure the morning routine stayed the morning routine. I’ve folded one load of laundry and I’ve got two more loads going. I’ve changed the bed linens and Febreeze’d the house—tweens smell funny. Ick. As soon as the laundry is in the dryer, I might snooze for an hour.
Hope was happy for me. It seemed genuine. This week she said she was happy sometimes; this is an improvement. The routine is working, even the new bedtime of 9:15 has gone over smoothly. It’s been a good week.
So what now?
On to the next thing, whatever that is!