Today Bubba met with his engineering adviser to set up a tentative class schedule for his remaining semesters. It was during this meeting that reality set in that we are finally in the last stages of his school. Bubba started with 10 semesters and has a mere 3 left. Time is about to move really fast for us and we’re both excited while simultaneously trying not to stress ourselves out. In some ways I am panicking a little bit. There are many thoughts racing around our heads, mainly pondering about things in the short term and future.
We know we need to save a heaping amount of money for moving costs. We don’t know where we will move, but it is nearly one hundred percent likely that we will be moving shortly after he graduates—as in probably weeks. That’s another thing. It is no easy feat to move a family of 5. There is a lot to consider and a lot of planning involved. Where do we want to live? Which state? Big city or small city? And there are a lot of factors to consider within those questions, such as, can he build a career in this or that area? What about schools? Affordability? Safety? Salary? Can he one day build his own business within that area?
You get the idea.
Although many of those questions seem like you can think about later down the line; I cannot. I’m a thinker. A planner. I must have an idea of where I’m heading at all times.
He has 3 semesters left: Fall, Spring, and Fall. Even though we have a few long talks around the table in our near future, right now, we are mostly thrilled that his school is coming to a close on time. There is always potential for change, but right now, this is where we sit. THREE semesters!!!! That’s nothing! We can finally see the light shining in this hellish tunnel. Finally.
Here is what Bubba has left to take. Each semester is broken into 16 hours.
Fall 2015 Aug-Dec
Spring 2016 Jan-April
Fall 2016 Aug-Dec
- Design Elective
- Professional Development
- Senior Design
All Summer classes
- Differential Equations
- Solid Mechanics
- Geotechnical Lab
- Probability and Stats for Engineering
- 40 hr. internship
Today beat me up, shoved me to the ground and called me a w-e-e-n-i-e. The day began at 7:50 this morning and is just now coming to a god blessed close. At least I hope. I’m pretty sure I could bet you one hundred dollars that I will be cleaning bodily fluids throughout the night and come out the winner. I don’t even have a hundred bucks to bet and I would still bet you!
And that statement right there sets the tone over the last 13 hours of this cra-zy day. In fact, I sent a text message to my friend Crystal around ten this morning:
Get this. Rori’s diaper leaked on the couch so I took her to the kitchen to clean her up when Scout runs in screaming about his mouth and throat. I pick him up but he is fighting me and screaming a fit so bad that it would make a two year old blush. So anyway, I take him to the trash can where he starts to puke. However, that freaked him out even worse–he tried to runaway which led to a huge puke scene all over the dang floor and himself. So now I have a whole new mess to clean! So I start with him, then the throw up. Then I clean Rori and get her changed. Then I scrub the sofa. Then I clean myself. Bubba is so lucky he works on days like this.
Now put this scene on repeat, add a whole lot of diarrhea and you have my ENTIRE day. I was fed up with it all by the time Bubba came home and I told him that for once I wish he would be stuck with sick kids by himself and do nothing but clean their mess. I say this because Bubba is NEVER home when the kids are sick! Ever! (That’s a whole other whine fest)
Anyway, I left for the gym to blow off my day. Forty minutes into my workout I receive this text from my husband:
Payback was sent. I started to make dinner and Scout and Rori started fighting over the bathroom. Scout was already in there and I told Rori to wait just a minute and I hear a huge fart. Rori is like, “GROSS” and opens the door to find that Scout somehow exploded all over the toilet seat AND the side of the toilet, AND the floor AND the wall. Not much on him though. Almost like he blew right before sitting down. Then I inadvertently clogged the toilet by using TP to clean the mess right away. Wow. It really blew up on me fast.
Poor kid repeated that episode two more times before finally falling asleep. (Despite my day, my heart can’t help but ache for the little ones when they’re sick) I hope he feels better tomorrow. He obviously has some sort of virus. Hopefully I can keep it from spreading to anyone else in the house too!
Clean, clean, clean.
I almost forgot to tell you the event that broke this camel’s back. I bent over to pick up a bottle of shampoo and threw out my back. I’ve been sitting here on the couch with a heating pad wondering if I will be able to walk when I try and get up. Back pain is no joke!