Yikes!

This Monday, I officially start nursing school. To say I'm nervous may quite possibly be the biggest understatement of the year. I am absolutely petrified. I only hope I'm smart enough to pull this off. Our lives are completely being tossed around because of this. I really want to help people, be able to pray for them, see God's miracles work every day. I want to save lives, make a difference in a life, and have a career that I'm passionate about.

I seriously just hope I have the brains.

I feel like my brain has been complete mush lately. I don't feel like I'm retaining as much as I should be. I haven't taken a class in person since High School (which usually ended with me sleeping through it- it's a miracle that I got my diploma). I have zero energy lately, so now I have this even greater fear of falling asleep in class.

I also have a fear of leaving Mason. Scott will be working from home part time now, which means he'll be Mason's caregiver during the day. I have never spent a day away from Mason. Sure, I'll be there after 2:30, but I'll also be helping the girls with homework (Madison starts kindergarten in a few weeks, Trinity will be in 2nd grade), and studying for my own stuff, as well as doing stuff around the house and all that jazz. I'm worried that we'll lose a bit of our bond. But it will be good for him to get some Daddy/Mason time, just the boys.

Still. I'm scared.

Hopefully I do well. Hopefully I'm not a complete failure. Frankly, I have no idea what I'll do with myself if I do fail it. Not only will I fail myself, but I'll fail my little family as well. So really, failure is not an option.

Here's to not sleeping through class! Again.