This morning niece number three made her entrance and we're so excited to meet her very shortly when we make our way to Chicagoland for Christmas next week!
Matt and I ran out of creativity on a pre-birth nickname for this one, so we just settled on BD3. Baby DeeWaard the III. Big sisters Abby and Kady got the nickname honors this time with Rapunzel and Tinkerbell, respectively. But, I guess those weren't nicknames. I'm pretty sure Abby thought Rapunzel was a viable option. We just had a conversation over the phone last week, while uncle Matt was visiting, and she was making up joke names for me instead of doing her homework. If I heard her correctly, between her giggles at her cleverness, Tinkerbell Homework was one she thought sounded pretty silly. Elora is much prettier!
In much less exciting news, five minutes ago I finished one of my graduate school applications. THE application. It took me like 8 years of mulling this one over, but I finally did it. It's done! And it was oh so tedious, having to mail four documents to the department and submit other documents online. Actually getting in to the program will be both a blessing and curse, so for right now, the important thing is just to celebrate the accomplishment of....
This week was 'one of those weeks', but The Weepies helped get me through. They played in Boston Thursday, and it's always nice to hear music that is even better in person than on CD.
They opened with the song that, as George Fox the founder of Quakerism said, "spoke to my condition" that day. Okay, the song is a little (well, a lot) melancholy, but that tends to make me feel better when I'm a bit wornout. I can then say...at least my life is not THAT bad.
"Not Your Year" Scattered shadows on a wall, you watch the long light fall Some impressions stay and some will fade Tattered shoes outside your door, clothes all on the floor Your life feels like the morning after all year long.
Every day it starts again You cannot say if you're happy You keep trying to be Try harder, maybe this is not your year.
Movies, TV screens reflect just what you expected There's a world of shiny people somewhere else Out there following their bliss living easy, getting kissed while you wonder what else you're doing wrong
Breathe through it, write a list of desires Make a toast, make a wish, slash some tires Paint a heart repeating, beating "don't give up, don't give up, don't give up."
I think I discovered the Weepies around April this year, and they've eased the journey this year. And although I definitely can say that I'm happy, there are many 6:00am mornings right now when my life feels like the morning after all year long.
I'm so close to finishing up the semester. The final exam is Friday. It's actually not school at all that's stressing me out. Teaching has become really enjoyable. But, I'm overcommitmented and have too many deadlines at one. Getting to Christmas is the name of the game. Almost there!