Life Keeps Going

Last week was a hectic week for me. I decided to go back to school. The anniversary of my mom's and brother's accident passed. My boyfriend broke up with me. My ex-husband was being, well, himself (ugh).

After learning that the company that I work for has acquired more companies and they are expected to grow a lot in the next five or six years, I decided to go back to school to get an IT degree. I was going to take this semester off, but after talking it out with a few people, I decided to get back as soon as possible. I researched several schools, and decided on one that I felt would fit my needs the best. I feel good about this decision. I will write more on that when everything is started. Right now I am still working on the paper work to try to get an exception with financial aide because my income this year is far less than it was last year when my ex-husband was still in the picture.

August 30, 1996 is a day that will forever be in my mind. On that day my family was basically cut in half by a tragic accident. My mom's roommate was driving. She fell asleep at the wheel and hit a guard rail. My mom and brother, who were asleep at the time, were killed instantly. I still have days that I want to cuddle up to my mom or feel the protection of my big brother. This year marked the 15 year anniversary of that tragic accident. It is true that time does heal wounds, but not completely.  It doesn't sting as much, but there are days that it does still sting.

I am only going to touch on this real quick because it was part of my week. I am not going to dwell on it though. My boyfriend broke up with me last week as well. I have to admit I saw it coming. I am not really angry about it. I just wasn't a fan of the manner of the break up or the day that it happened.

I am, also, not going to go a lot into the manner of my ex-husband. He still tries to control me in some ways. He makes me think that he is going to take the kids away. I just have to remind myself that he is my ex for a reason. Not just because he didn't want to be married to me anymore. I needed to not be married to him anymore.

When it came to goals, I didn't really accomplish any of them. I did lose weight, but not by exercising. By the end of the week, my living room was clean. In fact, I cleaned it more than I have ever cleaned it. I moved furniture. I even shampooed the carpet (thanks to the extended lend of a capet cleaner from my friend). It took me about 3 hours to accomplish it all, but it is done and looking great! I got the dining room almost as clean, too. It is amazing what I can get done when I am bored!  I will get back on track this week, hopefully.