Ever since I was little I knew I was going to be "that parent". The one who would bring their child treats to school for every holiday and their birthday. And even though I never imagined being a parent so soon I still had the same goal, to be that parent.
Halloween is the first real holiday we have had that we could bring treats to Evellyn's daycare. And it just so happens that Halloween and Evellyn's birthday fall in the same week this year. So me, trying to keep with my goal of being super mom, has been running around like crazy trying to get halloween and birthday treats ready for daycare, get Evellyn's costume together, and plan a party. And to top it all off I got stitches in my leg and it hurts to walk.
So my week goes like this...
Monday - Halloween party at daycare and trick-or-treating
Tuesday - Pick dad up from airport and finish party shopping in Rockford
Wednesday - Buy food for party and birthday treat for daycare
Thursday - Evellyn's birthday treats at daycare and birthday dinner
Friday - humm...day of rest??
Saturday - Pictures. Party decorating. And party.
Not to mention student council planning for the Halloween party that is suppose to be next weekend. And a possible play-off game at home.
People keep telling me that Evellyn isn't going to remember and I don't have to be doing this, but for me, it is very important and makes me feel good. It makes me feel like I can be the parent that does everything and gives everything for my baby. I wanna give her everything I never had.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Failure (week 5)
The first time I ever got an "F" on my report card, or really ever, was in fifth grade. It was first quarter and the subject was science. We only had one assignment in that subject for the quarter and I had missed the day it was done so I was given a "0". I cried when my mom showed me my grades, all "A's" except for that "F". It stuck out like a sore thumb. I didn't like the feeling it gave me when I looked at it. So for the next week I spent my lunch recess inside doing extra credit to make that "F" disappear.
My grades weren't always so good. They slowly began to drop when I got into middle school but they never got horrible. Never lower than a "C" but mostly "A's" and "B's". I accepted that I couldn't be the straight "A" student with a 4.0 GPA and I moved on and just kept trying my best to not let my grades get too low.
By time high school came around my grades went from being "A's" and "B's" to mainly "B's" and "C's". That was until my Junior year.
After having Evellyn, and even right before having her, it became extremely hard to keep up with my work. I was missing a lot of days from being sick and then Evellyn being sick, and for the first time in my entire life I saw my grades at the worst they had ever been. They were averaging out at low "C's" "D's" and a few were even "F's". I was devastated. I hated looking at my grades and it got to the point where I hated doing homework for fear I would be wrong and I even hated coming to school for fear that my teachers would judge me.
My grades weren't always so good. They slowly began to drop when I got into middle school but they never got horrible. Never lower than a "C" but mostly "A's" and "B's". I accepted that I couldn't be the straight "A" student with a 4.0 GPA and I moved on and just kept trying my best to not let my grades get too low.
By time high school came around my grades went from being "A's" and "B's" to mainly "B's" and "C's". That was until my Junior year.
After having Evellyn, and even right before having her, it became extremely hard to keep up with my work. I was missing a lot of days from being sick and then Evellyn being sick, and for the first time in my entire life I saw my grades at the worst they had ever been. They were averaging out at low "C's" "D's" and a few were even "F's". I was devastated. I hated looking at my grades and it got to the point where I hated doing homework for fear I would be wrong and I even hated coming to school for fear that my teachers would judge me.
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