Catching Up

I think this could potentially be the longest I have gone without posting something on here! In some sense this is a good thing because that means things are quite mellow around here, at least as far as my children go. However, this also means that I am too busy to write much. It is finals week and I've been swamped with a 10 page paper on the violence in media and the effect it has on children. A topic that I have always been passionate about and now that I have my own two boys, my passion has only grown. My next semester of classes will being on the 21st of this month. This is crazy to me! Where's the break? I would like at least a little breather between semesters! Am I wrong to desire this?? Because I don't think so. It would be wrong to go without saying that I am SO excited for this semester to be over. NOT because I am sick of it, quite the contrary. Who on earth doesn't like to learn about Christ's life and about the English language?? Anyone? There's probably actually a lot that would not care for the English part, but in my case. I love it! So far I have As in both my classes. I praaay that my grades stay that way after both my finals! In order to get into the Nursing program, you basically have to be an epically smart person. I am determined to be epic. Even if I'm not entirely so. Next semester I have Chemistry. I hope hope hope that my brain has matured enough to better understand Chemistry! In high school I think I had a high B in that class. I don't entirely remember though.

On another note, the boys are doing great. I took E to Nursery class today (a church class from the 18mo.-3yr olds) at the end of class the teacher asked me when his birthday was and then reminded me that he's not old enough to be in nursery yet. He'll be 18 months old in July. I could have sworn he was old enough now. Oops! My bad for not even knowing the age of my child. I guess he gets to sit with me for another month in my classes.... ohhhhh joy.

A is still being the same old A. He thinks he's the Mom. I'm fairly certain that he believes I don't do my job right half the time. I often hear him telling E. "Don't do that" (smack) "Bruder det down!" (donk) "or Eees... you tan't have dat!" (smack, donk, shove). A is often reminded through timeouts and flicked ears that he is not the boss and I have it under control. SINCE he is still receiving timeouts and the occasional flicks, it is clear he still thinks I am not cutting it as a discipliner in our home. My mother must be sitting at home somewhere inwardly grinning because she knows I DESERVE THIS. I can even remember times when I acted like the boss. I felt that if Mom wasn't there, someone had to deliver the punishment for the awful deed committed, little did I know that SHE was the only that was allowed to issue a timeout to anyone. Or discipline us for whatever ornery thing we were doing. A one day will get his come-up-ance. I'll hold onto that thought for as long as I have to. :)