Ducks in a row?

The only way I was able to survive and maintain my GPA while working and going to school full-time was by being organized. I made a point to keep my ducks in a row. I don’t know what happened over this break but I seem to have lost that skill.

I had a pretty long break between semesters, five weeks, because I transferred schools and their calendars were just a bit out of sync. It’s scary how fast your brain can coast right into neutral and start to rust.

Then this cold hit, which hasn’t helped because all I wanted to do from Thursday till yesterday was sleep. The only way I could remain vertical was to prop myself up chemically with cold medicines. They allowed me to present a reasonable facsimile of functionality, but on the inside all I heard was “bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz”. That’s right, cold medicines make me stoned to the point that I try not to drive while taking them. I learned this many years ago; driving home one day I wondered why they would plant grass in the roadbed and install signs. Didn’t they think people would hit them? I realized my error just in time to pull back from the shoulder and into traffic, thankfully not hitting anyone or losing control of my car. Ever since then I don’t take that warning on the side of the box lightly.

Did I mention that classes started this past Tuesday? And did I mention I’m taking 12 hours this semester, my first semester at my new school, and am now tackling my major coursework?
About Saturday I sat straight up and screamed “OH MY GOD I HAVEN’T STUDIED YET!!!” at the top of my lungs. At least that’s what I heard on the inside of my head. On the outside what Hubby heard was, “Sh**, I gotta study.” Calm and cool in a crisis, that’s me.

Ducks in a row? I wish! As of Saturday morning my ducks were on a Mobius strip designed by M.C. Escher. I couldn’t even get them all into the same dimension, let alone a single-file line. Today I am proud to report that my ducks couldn’t be lined up more neatly if they belonged to an OCD sufferer. It took a lot of work but I got everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, caught up. I even started working ahead in one class and did a smidgen of housework in the process. Damn, I’m good.

"A woman is like a tea bag - you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water." - Eleanor Roosevelt

“If it isn’t one thing, it’s two things.” – AuntieM

Later,
AuntieM