For the past month, I've been working away on two school assignments that surprisingly haven't caused my untimely death that I thought they would.
I keep telling myself that no education is wasted and that just because I don't particularly like this course, the information I've learned is valuable (applicable may be another arguable). I also remind myself that this pain and torture is a requirement for me keeping my current job, so really, there's no way out.
(on a side note - I am conscious to not speak of hating school in front of my little man. I don't want that to start just yet and I'm sure he'll come to that conclusion on his own some day).
So, instead of working on my essay, I've spent the last 10 minutes dreaming of all the things that I'll do in the weeks to come after I hand in my last assignment tomorrow.
Here are a few ideas:
1. Try and relish this pregnancy. We all know that babies are easier to take care of in utero.
2. Organize, organize and organize this mess of a house. Starting with the tupperware cupboard
3. Make homemade granola
4. Get some seeds started (that's a whole other post as I bought something recently that will help with this)
5. Clean up and prepare the garden, as much as I can. There's an area of grass that I'd like to dig up to put our pole beans but I'm not sure if my 'state' will allow such activity.
I'll leave you with this.
25 weeks and counting...