i just turned in my final paper for my class.  Yes, that's right it is 7:00am. 

 Parker has a cold and he can't breathe out of his face (as I like to say.)  He has a very runny nose and he had such a hard time sleeping last night.  He woke every hour tossing and turning.  He couldn't find comfort in his usual bottle of warm milk because he couldn't drink and breathe.  So i've been up since 4:30am.  (Bill left around the time that Parker woke up, he's running a 20-mile race in Alexandria.)  It took a long time to get Parker to go to sleep.  i got frustrated and texted Bill and he suggested the swing (because he would be in a sitting up position.) So out of desperation i put him in the swing and he went right back to sleep.  JOY!

But it was also 5:30 and I was wide awake.  Normally, I would have done some laundry but our dryer broke and the new one won't be delivered until Wednesday.  So i decided to stop procrastinating and to just finish my paper.  The kids are sleeping.  Bill is gone.  And my little mind was alert.  I didn't enjoy having to write the paper.  The entire class seemed like a waste of time and to be writing a paper on time management seemed a bit ironic.

i just submitted it and I am soooooo finished with the class.  So, i can toss another 3 credits towards my degree that I have been slowly chipping away at for the last 10 years.  I would like to have finished before I turned 30, but I am confident, I will be finished before I'm 31.  It seems less daunting when most of the classes are only 8 weeks long.

Yay me.  I'm gonna have a waffle for breakfast to celebrate.