two to go. Essays I mean. I just submitted my Human Rights essay and I must say I'm pretty happy with it. I will do how I do, but however I do, I did my best so I'm happy with that.
The next one (due tomorrow, which is of course why I am hard at it writing a blog entry) is related to terrorism. The next one after that is reflections on sports law.
I must say I really didn't anticipate that by doing my Masters I would actually LEARN so much. I realise that the whole point of studying is to learn etc etc, but to be honest with you as most people would agree, when you are doing a degree the goal is just to pass. Once you get to postgrad level though, there is a bit more there. You get to choose all your subjects, not have to do the ones assigned to you. This in itself has been a huge plus. Although I did choose a few subjects for their utility in the future rather than my enjoyment level in them now, one factor I did make sure I had for all subjects was the absence of exams. For I truly suck in examination conditions. I could know the subject inside out and back to front and come exam time all I can think about is why the jam in jam donuts is not the same as the jam you get in jam jars. Riveting and useful things like that.
Anyway, I'm doing fully course based subjects and it suits me to a tee.
The kids are doing well. Tabitha had another review and xray yesterday and her leg seems to be healing up well, so only three more weeks in the full cast. That means only three more weeks of sponge baths. I hate sponge baths. Tabitha hates sponge baths. We both put up with them because we have to, and the screams and cries she lets out while she's having one are echoed in my mind for I do believe I hate them as much as she does. She has taken to saying "boo" when you put her top over her head too. First time she did it I just about wet myself laughing because it was so random. Now she pops up "boo" every random chance she gets. We'll be sitting watching tv and she'll drag herself to standing, peek over the sofa, utter a "boo", smile and giggle, then pop herself back down on the ground again.
Lexi has become incredibly clingy of late. And the tantrums. Oh. My. Lord. They say two is a bad age. Well whoever said that obviously didn't have time to come back and revise once their child turned three because holy crap it is ridiculous. The other day we had the mother of all temper tantrums. About what? Stage one of the tantrum - I attempted to help Lexi remove her top for her bath. And it was on. Loudly. For approximately 25 minutes. Stage 2? A hanky. Yes. A hanky. Ah the joys of parenthood.
Lil man now has four wonderful teeth and several more threatening to burst the banks of his little gums. He seems to be slowly recovering from the bronchiolitis that has plagued him for most of his short little life which is a blessed relief. Hearing your child struggle for breath all day and night is terrifying.
As for me, well, I'm hanging in there. I will be glad when these essays are submitted, which will hopefully be in the next couple of days. For once they are done there remain only two subjects, and once they are done so is my Masters! WOOHOO!!!
So I shall attempt to continue with my views on terrorism and hope the night is not too late, not too disrupted, and productive in the essay stakes.
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