| With my first two girls I had the typical nesting instinct. Everything had to be cleaned and organised. Clutter could drive me into an anxiety attack, so I would have a major chucking out and tidying session. This time around its worse. I NEED to move furniture around, which is starting to get harder, so Steve bless him is being ordered to move things around. Its not stopped though at moving things. Our new lounge suite is ordered, a new coffee table, I also did a big splurge on new bedding and things that I never thought would EVER be important to me, like comforters and laundry baskets. At the moment there are big sales on in some lovely stores here to try and entice shoppers back in light of this economic crisis. Poor old Steve is wishing I too would avoid the shops, but I just NEED to have this new duvet set, we NEED it! After we'd ordered the lounge suite, we came home so I could get Steve to move everything around in the bedroom. Tired and sweaty he took a break, while I deliberated over the important decision as to which new bedding we'd use tonight. He said that years ago in the dating stage I made out I was very low maintanace. Just give me a crate of beer and I'll be happy. Now he groans that I demand he work all the hours under the sun to afford thousands being thrown at things I always claimed never interested me. In my defense though, the house will look bloody marvellous when its all complete AND its probably come at a few thousand less than when there wasn't this economic crisis. I've done us a favour! Anyway, I also took the time to email my predominant lecturer for some advice about how the hell I was going to tackle the most trickiest papers. He wrote back to me within a day reassuring me that it would fall into place and encouraged me to take it bit by bit. I also received an email from a student mentoring person who said that every student doing social policy struggled, it was hard and overwhelming to start with, but read things a little at a time, then read them again and then read them until it sinks in. I was so motivated by the emails and I told Steve how fantastic it was to have that support. He keeps telling me that universities provide all the support and the tools I could possibly need. Afterall, they don't actually want me to fail. Today in the mail I received news about two upcoming events at the campus. Next week I can book to attend a 'study smart' seminar which will introduce me to study guides and how to write assignments, its for people like me that are new to this game. At the weekend I'm off to Palmy North for an event designed specifically at extramural students, to introduce ourselves and get a feel for what's available. I'm so excited and happy at this. To make contacts with people that are probably feeling the same, and to be given an introduction to something that at the moment completely overwhelms me. I feel a bit more control coming back to me and its made me feel that perhaps I can do this afterall! OK, I've got some filing to do! Just wanted to capture this hideous part of pregnancy where I want everything neat and new and the realisation that perhaps I can nail this degree afterall! |