Lockers, Roller Skating and High School...

Remember back to high school when you were all excited about finally getting a locker? Well, I get to go through that glory all over again. And guess what? I am still using the same lock! Only this time, I am expanding to two lockers because I just have too much stuff to squish into one tiny locker. Now I know how the kids felt when they complained to me about the lack of space in their tiny lockers. So, I’ve added one of those shelves – pink, of course – to give me some extra space in my regular locker and then I’ll use the 2nd locker for things I won’t need as often and for the dreaded winter boots and coat. How do these kids do it? I thought I was an organized person, but this 12” locker business is ridiculous.

In keeping with the high school theme, last week I went roller skating – or should I say roller bootin’. There’s an arena close to where I live that offers roller skating every Friday night – with music from the 80s, to complete the experience. So, I pulled out my old (not ancient, just old) boots and took my son and daughter. It was AWESOME! I was 13 again… uh, the same age as my kids. Ok, so maybe the moves weren’t what they used to be, but I could still stand up and move my feet around. It felt pretty good.

If only I could get back the memory I had in my youth to complete this whole experience. We have lots of reading to do every week and it’s a bit overwhelming. I’m finding it a bit challenging to read through all of the material, absorb it and recall the information for the following week. I suppose this will improve with practice, but sure isn’t the same as when I was younger. I enjoy reading and learning all of this new material. It’s exciting to be a student again. I was one of those weird kids that always liked school and have taken a number of courses over the years. So, to be taking a program that will result in a new career is very exciting.

One more sleep and I’ll be back home. I look forward to Thursdays. The day is long, but the end result is me arriving back home, hugging my kids and sleeping in my own bed. I find going to sleep the toughest part. My routine is all out of whack: I don’t have my kids to tuck into bed, I don’t have my cat to check on before I go to bed, and I don’t have my hubby to share the end of the day with. It’s difficult to go to sleep without this routine. Even though I am tired, I find that I put off going to bed because I just don’t want to -- it doesn’t seem right. On the positive side, I am SO thankful to be staying with my cousin. If I was alone in an apartment, it would be even worse…