One Week

It is absolutely amazing how one perceives a week.  To me, it flies.  To the kids, it drags. 

I'm constantly busy with classes, work, and homework.  They're always on the go as well, but they haven't been around for as long as I have (which admittedly isn't a long time in the grand scheme of things), so, a week feel like an eternity to them.

There were many tears last night when it was time to leave John's and come home for the week.  Eloise was sobbing for Lexi and how she already missed her so much.  It's hard to see the kids get so upset, they  have such precious little time together.  I wish I could just ugly cry every time I had to leave too, but that would get me nowhere and I know that the choice to stay with mom and dad for another 6 months was the right decision.  Just not the one I *wanted*.  Alas, we must think of our children first.

My winter session class is almost over (thank GOD).  I have been parked in front of my computer doing work non stop for the past couple of weeks.  On the weekends, the kids have been sent outside, or to another room so that mommy could get her work done.  I'm glad that I decided to take the class, but will be so relieved when it's behind me.  I have 2 more papers, and 1 more speech to give.  Then, done...for a couple of days.  Then the spring semester starts.

One week.  So fast, yet so slow.