Why am I cleaning out my purse?

I’m pretty sure I was studying, but now I just finished cleaning my purse... how the heck did that happen? Let’s see...

Step 1: Studying
Step 2: Reviewing info on liver function and liver diseases
Step 3: Reading that there are 5 different types of Hepatitis (Hepatitises?). I had forgotten there were so many varieties
Step 4: Wondering which Hepatitis immunization I have
Step 5: Checking my immunization record which is in my wallet
Step 6: Realising my wallet is a mess
Step 7: Going through the papers and reorganising my various cards
Step 8: Incessant need to blog about it

Seriously Changa; FOCUS!



At least I got in a good two hours this morning before the cleaning incident. It’s time for my lunch break anyway.

Stress is exhausting

This is the conclusion I’ve come to this morning. I’m exhausted... and I think it’s because I’m stressed. Yesterday I spent a better part of the day studying and last night I think I could have gone to bed at 7:00 pm. It’s not the studying that’s so awful, it’s the pressure of passing this damn CRNE (Canadian Registered Nurse Exam). It’s just an exam… upon which my salary, my time, my future and quite possibly my sanity depend on. Sure, if I don’t pass I always have two more chances to take the exam… only the next round is the first week of June... a few days after I’m getting married! Ugh. I don’t think I can take another 4 months of studying! :-( Also, when I get stressed about an exam, I tend to avoid the books. I realize this is the ridiculous strategy in the world, but the more stressed I get, the less I want to study. The less I want to study, the more stressed I get. It’s one big vicious circle.

Add to the exam, the stress of organizing a wedding. Actually, the organizing part isn’t as stressful as the nagging mother. I’m trying not to think of the things that need to be done, but my mother sure is! Friday she insisted we go see bridesmaid dresses after I told her repeatedly that my bridesmaids won’t be wearing typical bridesmaid dresses, but I finally gave up. Sure, there were some nice dresses, but not what I was looking for… and certainly not the budget I had intended. When she asked the salesman how long it took to order a dress, he said 4 to 5 months (the wedding is in 4 months). My mom laughed and sighed heavily. I know that nervous laugh of hers… it’s intended to say: my poor disorganized daughter has left everything to the last minute. I shot her a look that could have set fire to her eyeballs and I’m pretty sure she felt the burn. It wasn’t my intention to do so, but I do not need the pressure she is putting on me. I don’t think she has any idea how big this exam is! You would think she could shut up about the wedding for another 10 days, right?

I just hope the stress diminishes after this exam… but I get the feeling it isn’t. They say your first year of nursing is one of the most stressful experiences someone can have. Great. At least I’ll be getting paid, right? Sure! But I don’t get a full paycheck until March… and I have to start dishing out scary amounts of money to pay back student loans… and then there’s this wedding thing we have to pay for and I think I’m hyperventilating again! Ugh

I thought writing out my stresses in my blog would be cathartic, but it’s stressing me out even more just thinking about it all. I need to go study now… or cry… I’m still not sure which to do first.

Falling Down Blue... or Yellow

Mr. Bentley has had quite an adventure last night. Unfortunately (fortunately?)I wasn’t privy to the ordeal, but Mr. Perfect gave me all the details. It all started after we went to bed. Bentley had gone outside as he always does around 10:00 and we went to bed around 11:00. He started crying not to long after we headed upstairs. He doesn’t cry anymore except in the morning when he has to go. It was odd that he was crying, but Mr. Perfect was watching TV and we figured he could hear it and wanted to be with us. When the crying didn’t stop after the TV was off, Mr. Perfect went downstairs to investigate. I quickly fell asleep as soon as the whining had stopped.

The next morning I headed downstairs around 5:30 to let the dogs out. When I arrived in the kitchen, all the chairs where at the opposite end of the kitchen and everything that was on the kitchen table had been moved. After bringing the dogs back in and heading back to bed, I just had to ask: What the hell happened last night?!

Turns out our dear Bentley had peed in the kitchen. But it wasn’t a little puddle... it stretched from one end of the kitchen to the other! Since our freakin’ house is crooked, it definitely emphasised the spread of the pool. At first, Mr P. (er, Mr. Perfect) couldn’t see the extent of the puddle, but as he made his way through the kitchen he saw it went on and on. Of course, Bentley followed him as he walked right through the puddle. I’m actually surprised I wasn’t awakened by Mr. P’s swearing at this point. Hah! Of course, Mr. P tried to get him to not walk in the puddle, but as he did, Bentley lost his balance on the slippery floor and splat right in the pond! Now, I must add, that Bentley slips and falls every other day and it’s a big ordeal each time because he has lots of trouble getting back up... think Bambi on the ice pond:


It’s actually quite the sad sight. So at this point, not only has he fallen in the pee, he’s flailing about trying to get up, creating a splatter on the walls and on Mr. Perfect. Hah! At this point in the story I’m laughing so hard I can barely breathe! Mr. P helps Bentley straighten up and he immediately runs to his bed, spreading the mess even further. So, around midnight last night, Mr. P. ended up washing the entire first floor... and this morning Bentley got his first bath. :-)