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School as a distraction

I've written about a paragraph of the final paper for my summer course that's due on Wednesday. Every time I sit down to work on it, I get distracted and start procrastinating.  I get turned off by the content of the class because (of course) it's all about babies and their development from conception through the third year.  I have learned so much and usually the lectures are so informative that I am distracted from the twinge of pain I feel when talking about babies and my lack of them.  I really thought completing this track for the Infant Toddler Specialist Certificate would be the perfect distraction; I realize now that I was only kind of right.  Our next course is Family Relations and I am crazy excited about that one as working with families is one of the best parts of my job and because it means I won't be spending week after week reading about the development of children and classroom discussions about everyone else's babies.

But alas, I have hope.  Hope that our REI will guide us down the right path for us and help us to create a mini Porch.  Though I feel we will have high standards for said tiny human as we will have jumped through several hoops and cried many tears to get him/her (or omg THEM).  Seriously.  I just realized the other day that our odds would be much higher for twins.  TWINS.  Let me go ahead and say that while I am licensed to be alone with 4 children under the age of one at once, it's not something I would be willing/able to do around the clock.

Now I'm just procrastinating.  I need to finish this paper before Tuesday night arrives and I'm seriously bullshitting my way through my first paper for the program.

xoxo

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