So, I took my final test of the quarter this afternoon.  On Easter.  What the hell?   Relief doesn’t begin to describe how I feel about the end of my second quarter at Drexel…

So I have a whole week to relax and not think about school…though I’m ashamed to admit, I started doing that about 3 weeks ago.  I don’t know what’s wrong with me.  It’s like I’m in this perpetual effervescent fog which precludes me from doing a damn thing.  I’m a stay-at-home mom slash student and I swear, these days it’s taking me a week to do a load of laundry, and let me tell you, in my family of four (three of us girls), not doing laundry every other day isn’t an option.  At 31 should I be as confused as I am?  I’m going to school to be a teacher.  I love children.  I love observing them.  I love the cute things they say and the cute little faces they make… so then why did I have the overwhelming urge to push a three-year old off his tricycle this afternoon? It was during our walk.  Now granted, he was ramming his bike into my youngest daughter, so I feel that I have a right to be irritated.  But I’m concerned about how I envisioned him falling off the bike and rolling down the hill behind him after I pushed him (the push was only in my mind, of course!) 

Somedays I think it would be fabulous to have a therapist that I visited regularly…

The next best thing to a shrink is Glenn Harrold.  I found a few of his products on Amazon.com.  He sells hypnotherapy (see! my own personal shrink!) cds for various ailments.  I have purchased Four of them.  Learn How to Think Positively, Reach Your Full Potential,  Deep Sleep-something-or-other, and Chakra Meditation.  I loaded the first two onto my mp3 player so I can listen to them at night before I fall asleep.  This is really the only time I have to listen to them (undisturbed).  For such a smart girl–which I consider myself to be–I guess it’s not the brightest thing in the world to fall asleep with my headphones in and the mp3 player floating around in the bed…but so far so good.  The theory behind it is that he’s using his soothing (which it is) voice to lull you into a state of sleep, so that he can massage your subconscious with is words and phrases.  I think the biggest drawback I’ve experienced thus far is having Fergalicious being the next thing on my playlist after these sessions.  It’s not right waking up to Fergie screaming in your ear about being Fergalcious.  At least not at 2 in the morning.