Wednesday, April 13, 2011
When I grow up.
When I was 12 I wanted to be an FBI agent. Somewhere between boyfriends, heartbreak, and immaturity (darned those bad choices) I stopped thinking about what I wanted to be, and somehow just ended up in the radio broadcasting program at my community college. It sounded cool, but it certainly was not a dream. Not all was lost though, that is where I met my husband and best friend, and father of my boys, so not only can I announce a song in the right amount of time, but I have a awesome guy to show for it:) Then I went on to get my bachelors in social work, there wasn't much math, and I like to help people. Then I got pregnant, and decided I wanted to stay at home with my kids. Then I realized I needed my masters in social work to really be able to help people. Then Alex was born, and if you have been reading here long you know what happened next, so today I have officially decided to go back to school......(sigh) if only I had know what I wanted to be when I grew up when I was 18. It took hospital stays, learning a little bit of medical care, watching my son receive good, and well, bad care to decide that I would like to be a nurse when I grow up. However, since I am grown and already quite busy I can only commit to getting my CNA, an eight week course I will take this summer. Getting my RN will take more time and commitment than I am willing to take away from the boys, but for now I will be getting my CNA. Then I will get to work and actually get paid for it!!! I am more than excited to begin this new chapter! Oh, and I got my hair chopped off today too.