Everyone in my house is waiting for something this week.
A very impatient four year old and his only marginally more patient older brother are waiting for Christmas.
My husband is waiting for me to stop obsessively worrying about grades and unemployment. Sure, that’ll happen. Really, it will; only by then, I will have moved on to brand-new reasons to hyperventilate. Don’t feel sorry for him; he knew what he was getting into when he married me. (Sucker).
I’m waiting for a grade on my final exam (I got my grade for my second research paper…98! With a very kind note praising my work, but gently suggesting that I might want to stop abusing semi-colons and start breaking some of my longer sentences into two separate sentences. Bah.) More importantly, I’m waiting for the commencement of my membership in the leisure class. Counting today, I have three more days as a member of the workforce.
So, there’s not much else happening right now, just waiting. I’m alternating between total giddy glee and utter heart attack panic…uncertainty is NOT MY FORTE. (Just needed to emphasize that.) I like to know what’s going to happen, how it’s going to happen, and when, and right now, I have no idea what’s going to happen in 2009, except that I’ll probably be rambling on about it to my very patient readers. (Are you waiting for a post that doesn’t totally suck? It might be a while.)