On registering for classes & other adventures

 I finally got registered for fall. I have classes I am happy with and my scedule is great for me. I need to figure out childcare but I am sure it will work out, it always does somehow. I have 14 credit hours and am looking to add 3 more although I am not sure if I should or not.

My advisor bugs me. He is so so so old. Like I am not sure if he is mentally all there old. He couldn’t find my schedule or figure out the facts in front of him, and just was inflexible. I am pretty on top of things like this and he was taken aback by this. I don’t know. His office was ungodly hot as well. and he was freezing.

He also did something I feel is wrong. and I don’t get it. I have a hyphenated last name. I have my madien-married. He only was using my married name on all my forms. He didn’t want to use my legal name on anything. Plus couldn’t figure out how to register me because he wouldn’t put in the correct name. The first lesson I learned in my education classes was learn your students names and use them. Maybe I am reading too much into it.

I was grateful I took in baby man with me, and one of the advisors stole him from me so I could meet with him, and the school has rocking chairs in the lounge! Although no changing tables. 

I did get a call that the montessouri school I was looking into for Samara is now accepting 5 year olds. It looks promising if I can get enough money to do so. It would be amazing. I am looking at their infant program as well for baby man. 

If that doesn’t work I will homeschool. I also have other ideas for childcare so I am confident something will work. It has to I have to finish school, and I have to make a life for myself. Travis is too unstable for me not too. 

Speaking of him, he went to an OIF group last night. He came home angry because they flat out told him, he will lose his kids and I will leave him unless he chooses to make an effort. Unless he chooses to be well again. Unless he admits he needs help and seeks treatment. He has so many problems from before the army which has only exploded under the stress of the military. Then without treating it it is like an abcess which is continuely irritated until your arm almost falls off. Well if his family is his job well ya you get the idea.

I saw a guy I had a fling with in high school last night. He was glad to see me. We made small talk. He asked if I were still married I said yep almost 8 years he looked schocked, he said, "still to travis?" That’s what everyone says. You know I have my high school reunion coming up soon, and dear god I almost do not want to go because I don’t want to have to explain I am still married to him. 

I have said it once before. But I miss having a real husband, someone who I am crazy about, and want to talk to, and who thinks I am the most amazing girl in the world. I have a great life and I so want to share that with someone. I have great kids and I want to share them with someone too. 

And thus I need to make it to bed. Baby man will be up in a few minutes to nurse, and it is awesome to brush my teeth and swallow pills without someone screaming at me.