A welcome back is in order, indeed!
I decided that I need this blog more than I realized. Like the new name? I don’t. It’s just that, it’s been ‘Asilee.com’ for the past 5 years or so and screamed narcissism, arrogance, self-centered, ass; etc. Well, anyway, moving on…
I’m welcoming myself back to my blog because I’ve been gone for so long. Working, school, and motherhood has taken a toll on my mind, body, and soul (er – what’s left of it). So much has been going on I don’t know where to begin.
I start on my major (finally) next week; finally finished my ‘general studies’ classes and I’m a bit anxious to start on my next classes. I’m not really prepared for what the next 9 weeks will hold for me but I’m going to face these two classes and come out on the top – or at least try to. I know I have my major and an algebra class; ‘Fundamentals of Programming with Algorithms and Logic’ – yippee! That sounds like 9 weeks of hell, my version of hell that is. I’ve been doing good in school, keeping my grades up and staying focused considering everything else that’s been taking turns playing ping-pong ball with my brain.
Been walking around with my head down, getting reacquainted with my feet. I remember at one point I couldn’t see anything past my protruding belly which brings me to my next thought: I want another baby. I’ve been going back and forth about this for the past few months and one minute I would want one, and then I would take one step inside of my son’s daycare and change my mind. After all the back and forth, I’ve decided that in the distant future (hopefully not too distant) that I would like to have another child. I don’t want my next child to have a huge gap like me and my brother have but I don’t think it’ll hurt if there were some years in between them. I am trying to get through school, go to work and take care of the little one I have now. If time and the opportunity arise to start over at making a happy family, I will gladly hop on it; but not before.
My wonderful, wonderful son…he’s driving me nuts. It’s not him entirely, it’s his hair, too. It’s curly – with a lot of coils and tight bounce-back curls and I don’t have the slightest clue what to do with it. I never knew how to braid and even if I did, I wasn’t about to sit and wrestle with my son for hours trying to braid it. I was all day today trying to comb it and I’m still not done. He cried so much he fell asleep in my arms. Well, tomorrow is a new day to wrestle with my son; I need the exercise. It’s curly, it’s a mess and I’m everything but sure on what to do with it. He always look like he’s flying and I’m honestly tired of seeing it that way. It’s too short to be brushed into a ponytail, long enough to braid it but who wants to wrestle with a 15-month-old the size of 2-year-old? Not I! I would let his hair stay that way until he’s three before I braid it.
Anyway, it’s September and I thought I would at least have some idea of what driving is by now but, you know, things change and all I can do is just go with it. I was hoping I would have done a few driving lessons by now but there’s always next year, and the year after that, and the year…after that…etc. I just hope I at least passed the driver’s test before I have my next child. I don’t want to have to show up to my son’s school on a bicycle. They say you never forget how to ride a bicycle but, it’s been so long, I’m not even sure I know how to ride one of those any more. ‘First World Problems’.
Speaking of hair, I’m contemplating on cutting my hair off – still. I cut back on dyeing it jet black all of the time so now, the front of my head is a bright brown. Gosh I dislike my hair color. It amazes me that there are people out there who like looking like their head is on fire. Okay, I’m way off topic. My reason(s) in cutting off my hair is because 1. my son has pulled most of it out. 2. I want to start over, on a clean slate – or in this case ‘scalp’. It’ll be easier to wash, easier to grease, easier to maintain. All I’ll have to do is brush it and go. My grandmother says that I shouldn’t do it because of my “peanut-sized head” but I feel that that is a very good reason why doing the big chop would work on me because of my peanut-sized head. I just hope my son will be able to recognize me or the first day with my new haircut will be pretty interesting.
I guess that’s enough. I’ll blog about all the more interesting stuff after I get home from work tomorrow – maybe.