I’m staring at the last essay of my nursing degree. I’m 1000 words in, 500 to go, and I just can’t find the motivation to finish it. I know what I’m writing, I’ve done my research. I know I’ll end up way over my word count (as usual), and have some serious editing to do before I submit it in 2.5 weeks time. I’ve got full days at uni tomorrow and Friday, and my final six weeks of prac starting next week, so the time is now. Now. Now!
Except I’m doing everything I can to avoid finishing the damn thing. I’m even giving attention to this lonely old blog that I’ve neglected due to prioritising studying. You know, for good grades and all, and knowing what I’m going to be practising once I’ve finished. I’ve cleared my email inbox, emptied the washing basket. I’ve been to the gym. I’ve paid the bills. All that’s left is to write this essay.
I hope you had an enjoyable new year. It was pretty quite here. New Year’s Eve, Mr Up With the Birds and I had a glass of bubbles, watched a movie and had an early night. New Year’s Day, I took the big kids to see Penguins of Madagascar, and my second sister came over in the afternoon. It was no party, but we all had a lovely time.
I have a good feeling about 2015, I thinks it’s going to be a good year for me. I hope so anyway, and I hope it’s a good one for you too.
I’ve been thinking about what I want to achieve this coming year, and how I’m going to go about reaching my goals. I heading into the final year of my nursing degree, and I want to finish on a high. While last semester I achieved good results, they weren’t quite as high as the grades I was getting before Harry and Zach came along, and I’d like to finish my degree with my grades back up at the level I’m used to.
And while I managed to get through the semester with two babies who still wake at least once a night each, the state of the house and yard kind of fell to a level I’m not proud of, I forever felt I was chasing my tail trying to keep on top of things. In the last few months, in the blur of final assessments and exams, I started to neglect my health. Shovelling junk food in my gob, and not moving as much as I should. I want to do better this year.
My goals for this year are:
1. Finish my degree with Ds and HDs.
2.Balance uni and home life.
3. Look after myself – both physically, mentally and emotionally.
4. Enjoy life and remember to make time for family fun.
I’ve got the same basic strategy to achieve these goals – becoming more organised. I’ve got just over a month until uni goes back. In that time, I’m going to set myself up with new routines and habits to keep on top of things. I’ve got specific plans on how I am going to achieve my goals. I’m not going to detail them yet, you and I would be here forever, but I will be following the SMART framework. I’ll be writing individual post about each task or hobby I’ll be using to achieve my goals, but I’ll also be documenting what I do here, keeping myself accountable during the year, and achieving my goal of doing something for myself.
I can’t believe how quickly 2014 is coming to an end. The past six months have been a blur. Trying to find a balance between full-time study and parenting four children has meant that pretty much everything else has fallen by the wayside.
October and November were filled with writing assignments, studying for exams, the exams themselves, and a two week break before I started my nursing clinical placement in December. I had grand plans for blogging during my break, but my brain kind of crashed, and between catching up on stuff around the house that had been neglected for a semester, and having some time just to be, blogging never happened.
My placement while an amazing experience of surgical nursing, was exhausting to say the least. I finished a week before Christmas, and this year I was unorganised on the present front. It was a mad rush to get the Christmas shopping done on the sly with four kids at home from school and day care. Thank goodness for extended family and late night shopping.
And now we’re two days out from the end of the year, and I feel like I can finally relax, can finally breathe. It’s probably the first time since Harry and Zach were born (16 months ago today!), that I feel like I’m really relaxing. Twins are fantastic, but man are they hard. All parenting is hard at times, but adding twins to a family with two other children already? Takes it to a whole new level. Harry and Zach are reaching an age where they are exploring their independence, they still need me, but not so much as before. All ages of childhood bring challenges as a parent, but I think 2015 will be easier than this year has been. I think I’ll have more time to do things I enjoy, that have been let go in the past year and a half.
I’m not making any new year’s resolutions, mainly because I’ve never keep them. But there are some changes I want to make to my life, some goals I want to achieve, to make life more organised, more enjoyable, more memorable. I finish my degree at the end of 2015, so I’ve got to make a decision early on in the year about whether I’ll head straight into a midwifery post-graduate degree, or if I’ll work as a registered nurse for a bit first. My mind changes everyday, and every nurse I’ve sought advice from has a different opinion. But I’ll leave that for the new year.
2014 has been good to me, but I can’t wait for 2015 to begin.
I knew going back to full-time studying with two babies was going to be hard, I just didn’t realise how hard. Going back to studying has absolutely made me a better parent, more present when I’m home with the kids. But it doesn’t leave much breathing room. Assignments don’t wait just because I’ve been up six times with sick or teething babies. And there’s been a lot of illness here, it comes with putting babies in day care. Colds, (repeated) ear infections and gastro.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel. I feel like I can start to breath again. Four weeks left of semester, two group presentations, three exams, and three weeks break, then three weeks of prac in December, and I’m done for the year.
I have grand plans for the end of semester and exams. Spring cleaning, clearing out the big kids’ bedrooms and organising toys to donate, weeding the garden beds, and most importantly, preparing for christmas.
I’m pretty proud of myself (almost) making it through, I’m so glad I went back to uni this year. I can’t wait to become an RN, but man, I can’t wait for the end of semester.