I start out every week with the best of intentions. I WILL write in my blog today! I WILL clean my house! I WILL have a great work week!
So far, I've managed none of those lofty goals, but I do manage a reasonably good work week most of the time. We are currently in a hiring binge, and bringing on forty new people. This is great for our business and clients, but makes my life a living fucking hell, honestly. Scheduling 70 people every day was hard enough, now I'm up to 110, and potentially another 10 more. That is way to many people's lives in my head, dude. For real.
I did manage to pass English 121 with an A-. It dropped my GPA to a 3.9, but I should still make the deans list so I'm going to call it a win and go on about my life. I didn't fail. That's the important part...and that class was hard. "Oh but Kim it's english and you talk nonstop, have a huge vocabulary, and if you don't have several books available you think you might die!" Well, yes, that's true, BUT. As much as I love to write, I write in a very general tone, as if we were having a conversation. This is remarkably different than academic writing, and APA formatting is fucking stupid. The entire last five weeks of my life have been buried in a critical response essay I wrote and re-wrote a million times. I still didn't get a thesis right, even with the thesis generator from the school! Whatever, it's over now and I've moved on.
My kids are home from their dads for the school year, and life has continued moving on. Marching band practice started yesterday, we got a new puppy, I have my ex's ex's daughter until Labor day, I'm still dog sitting, the list goes on.
A couple of weeks ago, my Molly girl made her way across the rainbow bridge. Her obliviousness to her own safety let her walk into the path of a car, who didn't even bother to stop, and I'm not sure I'll ever get over that. I saved her collar, and her panda, and we'll either create a shadowbox for her stuff, or a planting, I'm not sure yet. We buried her in the backyard and built a cairn over her grave, and I cried for a week straight.
We spent the entirety of the last weekend at the UP State Fair, and camping. Spent entirely way to much money, but had an absolute blast doing it. Kids are only kids once, so we make the memories while they can. I want my kids to be able to look back and say "My parents did everything they could to make sure we had a wonderful childhood, even though they aren't together.
Kevin took them to the Theory of a Deadman concert, and my stepson was able to come up as well. It was a good time.
For now though, it's time to get back to the grind, I have to fix some schedules. I love my job, I really do, but damn. It's too many people in my head.
