Life is good today. Tonight. Whatever. I am happy, and for the first time in a long time, I am looking forward to tomorrow. I have written a lot this weekend, and while I didn’t update yesterday because I had a terrible stomach flu, I’m feeling much better now, I am happy to report that it didn’t effect my writing at all, and I got so much done. I was surprised.
Weird thing, since getting off the patches and heroin, I have been taking more baths, at least every other day. I feel so clean. I think I may go back to taking one every day. I don’t know, though. I’m also considering going back to work for the medical examiner. I want to just work at saving more money for as long as I can. That’s the priority these days and I don’t like the thought that I am a burden on my family. I know they would never think that, but I would think it, and that’s enough for me to want to do something about it. I think going to work for a higher wage would make me feel better. There’s only so many cards and such that I can accept before I can say, “Hey, this doesn’t fill the gas tank!” and besides, if I am going to have more treatment, I may or may not be able to stand for three or four lectures per day and a couple of labs.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. I just wish it paid a little more.
I suppose I could ask for a raise, but have I been there long enough?
I always thought that I would want to work for the medical examiner, that I would be my dream job, but now I don’t think so. I think I want to stay right where I am. I love my work, my students, I get to meet all sorts of interesting people, I love working with Carl (even if he does steal my parking place at least once a week!), and I love the satisfaction that I get in teaching. In the eighth grade I was voted “most likely to become a teacher” and now I am one. I love working with the students. I get my fix of cutting up dead bodies in the GA Labs, which starting next year Carl and I would be alone in teaching.
Next week is Spring Break. I’ll have more time to think about this than I thought, and I can make my final decision in May. That’s still nearly two months away. I still plan to teach this summer, whether I stay or not. I won’t be teaching any remedial classes, just classes where students want to get ahead. I think physiology 3 will be a good subject to sink my teeth into this summer. Of course that’s not the official name of the course, but it’s what the students all call it.
Zinnia is talking more and more these days. She babbles a lot more than she talks, but I can understand her more and more every day. Her birthday is next month. It’s the same day as her daddy’s. We’re planning a dinner party for her daddy, and we’re taking her along for the fun. I think all four kids will benefit from the party. Chloe and I are getting dresses made for the special occasion. I can’t remember when I had a dress made specifically for me to wear. It’s been at least Christmas 2006 since I had one made. I wish I could have all of my clothes specially made. That would really be a treat.
It’s nearly 10pm here, and I have to get the kids in bed. This week is their last week before Spring Break. I think we’re going to love being a family again for a full whole week before the kids have to get back to school. Chloe hates her school. I’ve tried to talk to her about it, and the importance of staying in school, but I have a bad feeling that if she doesn’t graduate by the time she’s seventeen, she may drop out. Right now she’s far advanced from her peers, so that’s not a problem, but I still have to worry. It’s just a natural thing for a mother to do, right?