I had a fairly busy and stressful week last week, and one of the main reasons was because I had my first test of the semester this morning in pediatric nursing, which is supposed to be one of the hardest classes we take. I spent a lot of time preparing for the test last week, along with various other commitments that I have going on in my life including, but not limited to: my boyfriend, work, book club, church, running, and Bible study.
So last night, after another long day of meetings and studying, I settled into bed with Cleo lying beside me at my feet. Two nights ago my roommate told me that she left Cleo out of her crate overnight, and there was no damage done. I thought that meant that we were going to keep leaving her out. Last night Cleo slept with me because I decided that she is going to be allowed on my bed, even if she’s not allowed on any other furniture. Right before I closed my eyes I took a good look at Cleo resting beside me and I thought how happy I was to finally have such a sweet dog sleeping beside me. Then I went to sleep.
Awhile later, I’m not sure how long, my roommate burst into my room and said loudly, “Hey Kathleen?” I jerked awake, and then she started talking. She listed to me all the reasons why she doesn’t want Cleo sleeping in my bed with me. I didn’t think any of her reasons were viable, but in my half-asleep state I wasn’t going to argue. Honestly, I don’t know if I would ever really argue with her. She has a very strong personality. The end result was that Cleo was taken away and put her in her crate. I wanted to cry.
This morning I got up and went to school. As I was taking the test I thought that it was easier than I expected it to be. However, we were given an answer key afterwards and were able to see how many we missed. Although I passed, I was extremely disappointed in my grade because of the amount that I had studied for the test. Immediately all energy was sucked out of me. I felt low, low, low. I wanted to cry.
After class I walked to my car, when I realized that I locked my keys inside. Even though I have a spare key underneath, I sure wasn’t making things any easier on myself. When I got home I decided to go to the gym, because exercise usually makes me feel better. I chose a treadmill in front of a TV screen that was showing some football game – Lafayette v. Penn. I like to watch sports when I run because it’s the only thing you don’t need sound to enjoy. Do I care or know anything about these two teams in particular? No. But Lafayette won on a last second field goal, and the whole team was so happy, that – guess what? I wanted to cry. I actually teared up.
It just may be quite an emotional week.
From Megan:
First of all, you also should have listed your other (and even more important) commitments to bar-hopping, slam-dancing, and human-trafficking. How many times have I told you that you could simplify your life without such entanglements?
Second, I think we all know the reason for your emotionality on this particular week; and I must say, publicizing it? I suddenly feel like I should go burn my bra.
From David, The Rainmaker:
I still tear up when I watch the ending of the 2005 Rose Bowl when Vince Young runs the option to the right corner and scores in the last second.
From Katy:
David is so weird about football.
“Being a girl,” huh? Sorry friend.
From Roe:
I can relate. Been battling with female hormones all of last week. I was in a meeting with three of the pastors I work with and I burst out crying because of the pressure I was feeling toward work. Then, while preparing to lead a discipleship group meeting, I cried as I read Just Walk Across the Room by Bill Hybels. Everything makes me cry these days.