The title of this post was taken from the song It takes a lot to know a man by Damien Rice.
These past few weeks have been a whirlwind. Mom and dad came home early. Mom felt she needed to be home to be with the family and so home they came. I am crazy excited to have them home and so are the kids. There was a lot of prep work to make sure their house was clean and ready for them, and then a lot of other stuff going on at the same time. Now that they are here I feel like I can relax a bit.
These last few weeks I've been able to focus on my family and what I need to do for myself. A friend, Karma, and I have been walking after school. We have such a good time just talking and laughing. It's been good for me in a lot of ways. I'm even debating taking a spinning class at the Y. I've created a study schedule for my exam. I take the BCBA exam in May and I've struggled with finding a way to study that works for me. This past week I figured it out and I've been studying for several hours everyday. John has been a huge help in keeping the kids entertained while I try to focus. We filed our taxes and have plans for our tax return that will allow us to pay down some debt and work on some household projects that really need to be taken care of. Things are slowly coming together.
I'm extremely proud of my parents and all the hard work they did while on their mission in Kansas. I know they made a difference to a lot of people, and I couldn't be more happy that they were able to have that experience. I'm just glad they are home. I knew how much I missed them, but I didn't know what a relief it would be to have them home. I may be 36 but in the end I am just a girl who needs her parents.