Super Mom or Super Crazy?

My blog is about being a non-traditional student and finding a way to balance college, kids, a house and work and not go crazy.

 

When I think of a “typical” college student they are 18 to 21, maybe have a part-time job and their first experience of freedom. Their goals are typically to get a good education, find their dream job and eventually settle down and have a family. Well, I did things a little differently.

I had my first child at 15, can you imagine? My purpose in life then was to be a good mom and provide for her. About two years ago she came to me and told me she wasn’t sure what to do with her life and wasn’t sure about college. That’s when I decided I needed to better myself, not only to show her that you can do anything no matter your circumstances, but I needed to do it for me as well. I didn’t want to be stuck in a dead-end job forever.

So at 30 years old I started college. It’s kind of funny, I overheard some students talking about how stressed they were because they had a paper due or a test to study for and didn’t have time. I just had to laugh because time management is a must for me.

My day starts at 4:50 a.m. I get myself ready then get my kids up at 5:30 so they can be on the bus at 6:50. I head to classes until 2 p.m. then I work at night, not getting home until 10:30 p.m. most nights. Now this doesn’t account for homework, papers that need to be written, or housework! I call it a night between 11 p.m. and 1 a.m. just to do it all over again in a few hours.

Now this may seem stressful, but it’s doable. You just need to keep on task and not forget to stop and enjoy life whenever possible. Just the other day my son who is seven came to me and asked me what masturbation meant. Before I could even comprehend what he was asking me and for that matter how he even knew the word, my daughter piped up and said “It’s playing tug-of-war with a Cyclops!” Stuff like this is what gets me through the day. 

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