It’s late, and I’m tired. Even still, here I am typing away when I should be sleeping. I’m not real anxious to crawl into bed, anyway. Kodi snuck into our bed while we were out tonight and there is dog hair all over my side of the bed. As we walked through the door, he slunk out of our room and guiltily laid down on his dog bed. I kind of hate him right now. Also both kids slept in our bed last night while in cloth diapers. Cloth diapers leak. Just so you know.
Classes are in full swing this week, and now I fully realize my insanity for taking on twelve credits. Life is different now that school has started. Some of the ways my life is different include:
1) Instead of reading “No David!” to Jay at bedtime, I read to him from, “Strategic Planning for Nonprofit Organizations: A Practical Guide”. Riveting, yes?
2) I am a bra wearer again.
3) Breastfeeding minutes before the start of class. Waving to my professors as I do it.
4) I was out of touch with current events once Ella was born. Now I am painfully out of touch. What’s this about an election? And who is Ike?
In a class lecture the other day I glanced around and saw my fellow classmates furiously scribbling notes. My own notebook was blank. It had not even OCCURRED to me to take any notes. I guess I figured that when the professor got to something he thought was really important he would start squealing. Or throw a tantrum.
This morning I went for a run (…maybe more like a “trot”… er…a hurry). As I left, I told Jay I’d be back soon, and gave him a kiss. He was sitting on our bed playing with his toy car. I marveled at how even without us really teaching him, he has taken on so many “boy” interests. Then he pulled the Boppy nursing pillow around his waist and lifting his little shirt he said, “O.k, Mama goodbye. I going to nurse the car now”.
And nature and nurture continue their epic battle.
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