Sunday Letters

Dear Black Market, I will be searching you for a new set of lungs soon. This whole sickness is getting old. Fast. Dear Perfectionist Self, Calm yourself. A score of 90 or 95 is still an A. Chill. Dear Heinens, Your 2 Brother German Chocolate Brownie is like food from Heaven. Be still my waistline. Dear Boss Person Lady, Remember that night you made fun of the way I talk? Remember that night you made fun of me for forgetting what prime factorization is? Remember that night you laughed at my logic? I quit. Okay, I don't quit but I am waiting for a time to strike back. Having a young boss person lady is hilarious. Vanilla Chai soon? Excellent. Dear Best Friend, Sometimes we have funny conversations. I have 7 weeks of school before my next break, lets plan something so I can see you again when I am released from school's ruthless grip. Plus I want to see this house that makes you even more of a real live person. Check yes or no.

Peace.

Real Life

I have been neglectful to my blog and my friends and my books and my sleep and well just about everything lately.

Since I started grad school just over a year ago I have learned that I am closet perfectionist. Example: a 95% on a paper just does not cut it for me. However, life these last few months have not lead to moments where perfection is possible, thus the neglectfulness of all of the things listed above, and many more.

Since the end of October life has been a bit crazy, however for the last month and a half or so life has been even more insane. With health scares and emergency surgeries (for both my grandparents) my mom has spent more time in the ME than she has in the OH. As a result, I have been trying to pick up the slack, which is not altogether easy with two jobs and full-time school.

Truth: the house is not the cleanest right now, I am sick, I am not ahead on school like I usually am (I am not behind either), the fridge needs to be cleaned out, clean clothes are sitting in laundry baskets waiting to be put away, dinner has been haphazard at times, and well a lot of other things.

I have been trying to do it all. Have other people put the pressure on me? Nope, its all me. I try to do it all- clean the house, work two jobs, cook quality dinners, grocery shopping, running of errands, checking homework, producing 4-6 quality papers a week, and shuffling teenagers around or scheduling shuffling. Its a lot to try to do (for me at least) and finally I had to admit defeat last night and right now I am okay with that.

But there is a light at the end of the tunnel. A flight has been booked. It looks like a certain person will finally be coming home after weeks away. We could not be happier. I am ready to return to my semi-normal, though still busy life.

So, real life? Sometimes real is rough and sometimes I am own worst enemy. Trying to be a perfectionist? Yeah, not so much, at least I hope not.

Sunday Letters

Dear Mom, I am beyond ready for you to come home now. I think everyone is ready for you to come home now. Dear Self, You are far to much of a perfectionist for your own good. There is too much going on to be the best at everything right now. Calm yourself down. Dear Late Nights at Work, Having a cool boss makes you so much better and a lot more fun. Dear Bedroom, I am pretty sure there is a floor somewhere around but I have not seen it in awhile. Dear Dad, Listening to you do construction is funny and reminds me of scenes from "The Christmas Story". Dear Week, I would very much appreciate it if you were not as crazy or as stressful as the last two weeks have been. Thank you much.

Peace Out.

Sunday Letters

Dear Peek N Peak, It was good to be back on the slopes. I now have sore legs, chapped lips, and wind burnt face to prove that it was a cold and tiring time. Dear Mom, You are now in Maine, making this the fourth consecutive month you have spent time there. All of this traveling did not begin until I moved home, is this a sign? Dear Little, Why do you always have to do weird things? No, my pinky does not bend that way. Dear Dream Home, I would love you! My family would love you! It would be lovely to own you. Please, lets work on this. Dear Books, Is it silly that I would be beyond thrilled to just get a mess of you for my birthday? What can I say, I am a lover of words.

Peace.

Sunday Letters

Dear Last Two Weeks, End of quarter? Check. Emergency trip to Maine? Check. Christmas and lots of food? Check. Wonderful family time? Double check. Dear Grandma, Thanks for fighting your way back to us. You are a superhero. Next phase? Keep the heart healthy enough to not go back into the hospital. Dear Roscoe, You are quite possible the goofiest dog in the world. Thanks for keeping us entertained for a week and a half. Dear Upcoming Week, Lets go slow, with lots of downtime and space to appreciate not having school. Dear Grad School, First year done with a rockin' 4.0 gpa. Hard work really does pay off, though it does come at a price. Dear Weather, All the snow gone? Not cool. It would be nice if you send us some more wonderful snow so we can sled, ski, and snowboard. Much obliged!

Peace.