Coryn and Feyth come home in two days. I have birthday presents purchased and wrapped, unicorn pinata filled, the kids rooms clean and ready, bathrooms and livingroom cleaned, swingset tied town and cookies baked. Tomorrow I need to clean the kitchen and mow and trim the lawn. Monday I need to talk to my psychiatrist and my College career counselor to make certain that despite my mental health issues I can actually be a nurse. Then I need to turn in my registration and financial aid applications, which I've already filled out. After that I go to my Dad's house in Orange Park and bake Feyth's birtday cake. It will be two layers with blue bunny cookies pressed into the side and a big bunny cookie right on top. Then balloons will be filled and streamers hung. Around noon the next day my girls will be at the airport.

I think I'm ready for this.

It's odd how I feel. It's very similar to how I felt when I was pregnant. Just before my due date I was filled with anticipatory excitement. I cleaned, I put things in order, I - for lack of a better word - nested. I'm doing that now. I think this is a good thing.

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In other news my therapist brought something up regarding my desire to become a nurse. I may not be allowed to do this because of my mental health history. Needless to say when he told me this my heart sank. I understand completely the need for concern. He had a point. I will have to check up about this before I finalize my arrangements for college.

I still seem to have a magnet inside me that attracts the oddest of people and sometimes the most disturbed. My husband and I were just approached in our driveway by a young woman who had been drinking. She asked for a light, seated herself on our stoop and proceeded to tell us the sad story of her life. I was rather taken aback and had a hard time figuring out what to do with her, so I just listened. Finally her husband rescued Scott and I when he showed up and yelled at her for leaving the house and staying gone without telling anyone.

I so don't need that kind of person in my life.

Even money, she comes back. *facepalm* I'm not looking forward to the, "You seem really nice but I can't offer you friendship because I need less drama in my life, not more."

There just isn't a nice way to say that.