Clean.
Clean.
My house looks pretty fucking good, let me tell you.
All the laundry done, all the trash and recycling out and swept, swiffered, vacuumed, scrub the bathroom down, tidy the fuck up.
Which means one thing.
Mama had a lot of homework to do today.
My God.
There is no fucking end to it.
Yet.
Me thinks I see a glimmer of a light at the end of the tunnel.
Oh.
The light is far off, but I can sense it getting closer.
I did so, so, so much work today.
My god.
My brain hurt.
Still does, not as much, and hurt might not be the right word, but I was worn out with the material, as I was warned that I might be, but I toughed it out.
I finished all of my Elder, Spousal, and Child Abuse class.
Huzzah!
But man, it took the stuffing out of me, and I don’t eat stuffing.
Haha.
It was a lot of reading, and a lot of watching some intense videos.
I wrote out responses to five of the sections, I got three out-of-the-way previously.
And I wrote a clinical mock-up of an elder abuse situation and what I would do, from mandatory reporting to clinical interventions and everything in between.
It was a lot of work.
But.
Fuck.
It’s done.
So happy I got all of that out-of-the-way, it really was the big monster in my block of classes.
I also finished all my reading for Transpersonal, which means, drumroll please…
I have no more reading to do for the semester!!
My God.
That feels fabulous.
I am not, however, out of the woods yet.
Tomorrow I have to write two papers.
One will be fairly short, two pages, on a dream I had, it will be my last dream to tun into my Jungian Dreamwork class.
The other will be a bit longer, but not too bad, five pages.
That one will, however, be a bit more formal and honestly despite having finished all the reading for the class I’m not exactly sure where I am going to go with the paper.
I was also in contact with my group today working on our final project presentation that I will be doing the last Saturday of classes.
I’m hoping to knock out both the papers and the group work tomorrow.
And also, if I can swing it, the Psychopharmacology online portion of my Psychopharmacology and Human Sexuality class.
I have a paper in that class due at the end of the semester too and one for my Drugs and Alcohol Class.
Sigh.
That will be for next weekend.
I can get it done though, especially since the Elder, Spousal, and Child Abuse class is completed.
My God.
One more class done towards my degree.
Which reminds me, I have to register for classes in two days.
In two days I will register for my last semester!
I only have three classes.
It is going to feel miraculous after carrying six classes this semester.
I have only done four classes at once before, this semester was a stretch, and obviously, it’s not done.
OH.
And I still will have a final paper for Jungian DreamWork too, it’s just not due until after the last weekend of classes.
Which is always a conundrum.
Crush that bitch out of the park and get it done before my last weekend of classes, or finish that Sunday when I get out of classes.
Because the damn thing is due on the 15th of December and I’ll be working all that week and of course, seeing clients.
There’s no way I can do two big papers tomorrow and the small one and the online portion of my other class.
No.
I will be a wastrel of a person.
But.
Maybe I can do them next weekend.
Maybe.
If not, maybe I can get it started.
It would mean three papers next weekend.
Sigh.
I got invited out to the movies tonight.
I turned it down.
I got invited out to dinner.
I came home and made my own.
I am going to be over the moon when this semester is done, it will be nice to have a little more wiggle room for social outings and such.
Although I do have breakfast plans with my best friend in the morning.
Super excited for that, really happy to get to have some time before I get into the homework grind.
And if I’m good and grind hard and get a lot of it done, maybe I go to yoga.
Not the regular Vinyasa, nope.
My ankle is doing better, but not that much better, no, I was thinking maybe the Restorative yoga, my brain is going to need some restoring to normality by the time I crank out all the homework I have to do tomorrow.
Grateful I know how to write a paper and grateful for my ability to pull together my notes and book references and make it work.
I can do it.
I have my process and I’ve done the biggest work, which is the reading.
That’s the most important.
I’ll skim through my books, grab a stack of post-it notes and flip through my class notes, I will put together a skeleton of the paper in outline by looking through my materials and see what my common themes are.
Then.
I’ll write that bitch.
It’s five pages, so with prep time, reference time, write time, I am going to give it two and a half hours.
Actually.
That seems too long.
Two hours.
I’ll kick out the dream paper in twenty minutes, I don’t have to write it up with references, it’s just me doing what I do anyway, write what I see in my head, so two pages will be twenty minutes, thirty tops.
So maybe I’ll have all the writing done with in that time.
And that should give me enough room and time to finish the rest of the online material I need, I suspect that will take an hour to two and also writing out an outline and making a worksheet for my final project for Transpersonal.
That will take forty-five minutes.
So.
What am I looking at?
Five hours?
I think I can do that.
Breakfast shenanigans are early so I’ll be in the mix by 10 a.m. like I was today, today I finished at 6 p.m. working pretty much straight through, yes, even when I was cleaning I was doing homework.
I had to watch a few videos, but I will admit, I was listening to some of them while I was cleaning, the material at times was graphic and I found it easier to integrate when I was cleaning and sweeping and washing.
So if all goes as planned I’ll be done by five or so.
I have an hour break at 1p.m. to do some work with a lovely lady and get right with God, a break after that for lunch, and then back in it.
It will get done.
It will.
I can do it.
I can.
Go team go!
Heh.
Auntiebubba 