Too Much For A Tuesday

So yesterday was Tuesday, January 19, also known as BACK TO SCHOOOOOOOOOOL DAAAAAAAAYY!

Woo-hoo!

I am so lovin’ this semester and really, really excited to go back after such a long break; for me, the break was practically two moths long because my classes ended so early. Anyways, I’m one of those people who genuinely loves being in a classroom,walking around campus, and eventually, if I’m bored for too long, will…miss….studying.

I can’t believe I let that out of my head and out for the world to know, but it’s true. I love being in school. Now ask me if I love it so much in the thick of the semester when everything for every class comes crashing down on me and I start breaking out in stressful hives* and twitch with the anxiety of back to back test for these heavy-duty sciences course that require at least 3 hours each of study time, which means 9 minmum hours a day just for studying, but I have to take care of this little human and try to sleep at some point because I think I’m starting to be immuned to coffee and need stronger…measures. Whewh. Got that?

Yeah, so ask me again how I feel about my classes and this semester in the two months. Or don’t. If you’d like to keep your head. It’s your call.

In other news, since Saad isn’t here to care for Aiman while I’m at school like last semester, we’ve reluctantly and forcefully given in to putting him in a daycare/pre-school. But I shouldn’t say “reluctantly” and “forcefully” because we knew it was a long time coming. Eventually it was going to happen, but I’m glad we were able to put it off until he turned 1. Well we would’ve loved to hold off even more, and ideally not have to place him in daycare at all, but sometimes you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do.

Saad and I visited and researched a bunch of places and finally settled on one we both felt the most comfortable with, but still. The entire idea doesn’t sit well with either of us. And don’t get me wrong here, I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with putting your child in daycare or any care service you choose. It’s your child and I understand families doing what’s best for them, because that’s what we’re having to do for us. But ideally, if we could, we’d have him at home.

Anyway.

We took him in twice before yesterday to familiarize with the place, kids, and adults and when the time came for me to leave, he whined a little, but was fine when Miss Sharon** started telling him a story. I called in a couple of times and he seemed fine all day.

Here’s where my guilt lies: He was there alllll day. Much longer than I wanted, but I had unexpected troubles with adding to a class that I ended up not needing to graduate and blah blah blah. Anyways from now on and with my new schedule he’ll only be there for 5 hours max, including traffic time.

People! They even got him to nap! Do you understand how monumental that is?! The only aspect of caring for Aiman that stresses me the hell out is his sleeping. HE. MUST. NAP. AND. NEVER. BE. OVERTIRED.

And even more spectacular than that is that he napped IN A CRIB! Shut uuuuuup! Granted he only slept for 45 min, which is much shorter than his regular nap time, but he did it in a crib.

And in other, other news, guess who got off her lazy fat ass and worked out yesterday? The same lazy fat ass who desperately craved a cinnamon roll and a chocolate filled pasty the morning after her work out.  Unfortunately, said lazy fat ass didn’t have either and settled for cereal and coffee.

So this working out thing is pretty refreshing. And my heart? It’s just about exploded. And my lungs? They did explode.

Picture heavy panting, drowning in sweat, and weezing.

Lets do it again tomorrow!

*I don’t break out in hives, but the visual is an accurate illustration of what may as well happen.

**Her real name is not Miss Sharon.