Wordless Wednesday

It is time.

Time is one of the hardest things for me.  Mostly, it's the lack of it!  I never seem to have enough remaining hours to finish everything on my list.  I believe this is a struggle with most moms and wives.

One of my biggest complaints in life (meaning, I bitch about  discuss it constantly) is that some people never have to grow up.  You know the type... they have no dreams.  No ambitions.  No responsibilities.  I have a really difficult time understanding that sort of folk.  It boggles my mind!  Even more boggling is that I have DOZENS of these people in my life.

Annnnyway.  So, since I seem to have all this free time (not) on my plate, I've decided to go back to school!  I really regret ever having dropped out so many years ago.  What a dumb thing to do.  But, as it was, Sarge was enlisting in the Air Force and I couldn't imagine not having him in my life.  So, I traded my books for an iron and life went on.

Now for the problem:  I can't decide what I want to be!  I've had all these years to decide and I simply cannot.  Do I want to be a teacher and have summers off?  That would be nice but we all know I don't really like other people's kids.  Do I want to be a business tycoon?  Hell yes, but I'm scared.  Do I want to be a nurse?  Yes, but I have the world's most sensitive gag reflex.  Seriously, Guiness Book of World Records worthy gagging.  I have to declare a major (yes, I realize it can be changed) in a few days.  Any help would be appreciated!

I've prayed and prayed.  I've looked for signs.  I've done research.  I've made lists.  I've asked Sarge what he thinks.  (For the record, he doesn't care as I long as I actually DO something.  Anything.  And if it came with a paycheck, that would be cool, too!)  Time is dwindling and I need to spring to action.  I'm terrified of becoming one of  those people.  Yikes.

Tick-tock!

Where ya going, Summertime?

I'm reluctant to actually admit that I want my Three Pretties to go back to school.  Frankly, it's just too much pressure trying to keep them busy.  Now, of course, I love having them home!  I love being able to hear all their little secrets and stories.  I love having helpers with housework.  But, good gosh!  It's a ton of work trying to find activities that all three will love.

I'm quite looking forward to this school year.  I'll have a fourth grader, a third grader and a first grader!  And if all works out, I'll be a sophomore in college! We'll be sure and take "First Day of School" pictures of everyone.  Sarge already agreed to take my picture!  I'm hoping that my pretty princess forgot she said that I need a Tinkerbell backpack.  Nothing screams "MOM" quite like toting around children's accessories when there are no children in tow.  Of course, I could wear Jessica Simpson's  mom jeans.

Moving right along...

Update:  So many of you have sent me encouraging emails, Facebook messages and comments regarding my brief autism discussion.  Thank you so much.  Often, even the closest relative or friend has no idea the turmoil and struggle that we face.  I find this to be true across the autism board and not just inside my four walls.  There were days that I was surely not going to finish.  That I was going to throw in the towel and leave.  There are, sadly, days where I'm pretty sure I didn't even speak to Pretty Number One or Two because I was so caught up with Pretty Number Three.  It's not this pretty little world of Jeopardy and Ranching.  It's not like 'Rain Man' or 'Temple Grandin'.  There are days where we are deep in the trenches of autism.  Bleh.  My least favorite days.  However, this has been the greatest joy of my life.  I'm not even kidding.  I've watched Pretty Number Three transform right before my eyes.  She is amazing. We've come so far in six months.  I'm pretty stoked to see what six more months will do!

 And you, my faithful eleven followers, are amazing too.  Thank you for reading my nonsense and allowing me to vent and share my life with Three Divas and a Dude.  I love it!