Week 2 Reflection
My home week has been quite hectic. Kyle has started working on the opposite shift, so Monday through Thursday I feel like a single mother. Damn I give you women credit. Grace started playschool for the first time, and that has been mentally exhausting. Every morning before 8:00am hearing your baby cry, kick, and scream for you can take a toll on the mind. All the while I have to run a busy cardiac office. After her drop off, I wipe away the tears and game face forward. We are lucky enough that my mother needed us as much as we needed her currently. She is able to put Anthony on the bus in the mornings. I just have to get him ready enough to walk out the door. My husband has been great on his 3 days off though. The laundry is complete again without my assistance, and he put on our new garage door. He is amazing to me. The difference in two years of our home is miraculous. Other than the normal day to day hustle, Grace caught a cold this week and is currently running a fever. I hope I do not have to call out tomorrow. I have 22 patients on the books. Everything happens for a reason, I might actually need a day starting to feel pretty crappy myself.
In class my professor still has my complete attention. This week we tied up loose ends on our websites and were able to get any last updating questions answered. He helped us with the banking concept vs. problem posing. I kind of wish we could have had the time to do what the day classes did by working in groups. More writing process was spoken in class, and I actually followed it at home. I was in the shower Thursday night thinking about my I believe article. Ideas were flowing. I am not sure if it was the hot water touching my tired body after a long day, or the excitement I have about the I Believe assignment, but I showered grabbed a notebook and jotted down some ideas. In the writing process Mr. M is showing us it’s not just sitting and typing, but giving your mind time to work through the logistics. I did take the process to a level that was not comfortable for me. I had my husband read and critique My Mindset assignment. Boy oh boy did he do that. With a blue color pencil in hand, he pulled himself away from Craigslist (truck shopping) to be there for me. He defiantly helped me work through some wording. It felt good to let someone else look at my work and understand the message I was sending. Mr. M promises if we work through the process our skills of writing will show our work in the end. I guess I will keep on working.