Snowed Under

Literally and figuratively.

Wow, lots of work over the next few weeks. Helpful that the boo decided to get sick this particular weekend, woke me up at 1 in the morning on saturday screaming about an ear infection. Then puked. On me. And my bed. I have three essays due in three days this week.

Regardless of that, though, I did manage to be productive this weekend, and got substantive amounts of two of them done. The last is a formal lab report for ENV234, I will have to write the discussion tomorrow afternoon. It doesnt thrill me that I have to take this course in order to graduate, it is one of those courses that is really inconvenient for student parents to take - all day field trip on a Sunday, late labs every other tuesday, lots of irritating little assignments that add up but are oh so easily neglected in the face of more pressing (or should that be puking?) concerns. Oh well. The content of the course isnt too bad, overall, at least.

I am really very thankful, though, that I do have the support system I have. This weekend would have been a total write off had it not been for my mum being able to soothe the boo for me. Had this weekend been a total write off, I would have been able to kiss any chances that I had for an A in my two fourth year courses goodbye. I have A's in them currently, so to go so far and do so well and lose them to a twist of fate would have been particularly painful. That was what it was like with PSL302 last year. I did quite well in it, throughout the first semester, which is ostensibly supposed to be the harder semester, as its all neurophysiology., Second semester is systems physiology, so most peoples marks go up with the third term test. Not mine, though. The week prior was a huge blowout in terms of my custody battle, and was exacerbated on the last day before my test by some continuing drama. I only managed a 58% on that term test, and a B overall in the course, which hurt, because it wouldn't have been so low had it not been for the custody drama. As I am doing this (mostly) for her, in order to be a functional mom who can support her, to have her other half be so destructive to that goal was definitely difficult. But its over now, so I am happy about that.

She is snoring next to me at the moment. Kid has some adenoids on her or something, she snores like a full grown man, and has occasional apnea which is so, so, scary. I want to get her adenoids looked at, but I'm scared that the doc is going to insist that she have them out, which I dont want to do, because Im scared of having her undergo surgery. I know it's a very minor surgery, but still. My baby under the knife doesn't sit well with me. She has weird cravings as well (she will, for example, beg for a bowl of salt), so I got her blood tested at Sick Kids earlier on this year for electrolyte deficiencies. It came back normal, except for her b12, but thats because she likes my b12 tablets (theyre sublingual and taste good) and had had one before the blood test. But as we were there, we saw so many kids in so much pain, and suffering - my mum says that every parent should have to spend one day per month in a childrens hospital, to make them thankful for their healthy kid, no matter how much of a brat they're being. It certainly worked for me. She is such a miracle to me, even when I get feet in the small of my back when she's inadvertently turned herself horizontal sleeping in my bed (Do I regret co sleeping? ask me in another year) or told me she doesnt like me anymore or that Im a bad mummy because I won't let her climb the outside of the bannister up the stairs (lol). And yes, even when she is puking on me at 1 in the morning. I guess I'm just smitten.