...NO FATIGUE, LETHARGY, OR HEADACHE...
Maybe I am studying to be a quack after all. At least quackery pays a decent salary. I am less than one month away from finishing my FNP which is scary, a little overwhelming, but mainly a relieving "been-a-long-time-coming" feeling. I am ready, I still need experience but I know enough to be safe and know when to ask for help.
Things are changing quickly in the Young household. Stephen graduated with a BA in English, and I am so proud of him. His reward? "Antennagate". Actually the IPhone is wicked cool and I am immensely jealous. He also got to fill his belly with brisket, potato salad, and cobbler (not to mention start looking for employment).
Conor is a talking, hilarious, adorable, wonderful, lovable, affectionate, choo-choo addicted fool. I am so lucky to play with him as much as I do. I get to see innocence and new discovery daily, and this makes me so motivated to grow, learn, and make myself the best MOM (yes, he finally calls me MOM) I can possibly be. I think I do my job well. Our next steps are potty-training (yikes), numbers (he knows one and two), and his SECOND BIRTHDAY!
I cannot wait to go for my first jog in months and get this mopey, headachey, feel pathetically sorry for myself body back in better shape (again).
Things are changing quickly in the Young household. Stephen graduated with a BA in English, and I am so proud of him. His reward? "Antennagate". Actually the IPhone is wicked cool and I am immensely jealous. He also got to fill his belly with brisket, potato salad, and cobbler (not to mention start looking for employment).
Conor is a talking, hilarious, adorable, wonderful, lovable, affectionate, choo-choo addicted fool. I am so lucky to play with him as much as I do. I get to see innocence and new discovery daily, and this makes me so motivated to grow, learn, and make myself the best MOM (yes, he finally calls me MOM) I can possibly be. I think I do my job well. Our next steps are potty-training (yikes), numbers (he knows one and two), and his SECOND BIRTHDAY!
I cannot wait to go for my first jog in months and get this mopey, headachey, feel pathetically sorry for myself body back in better shape (again).
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