Things are really going well for us–aside from the mounting student loan debt (please it will soon surpass our modest mortgage in size) and the cost of private school.  If you don’t factor in those things, then by all accounts our lives are pretty perfect–oh wait, I am also an awful house keeper and I want so badly to be able to pay someone to following me around and pick up all the crap that seems to swirl around me like the dirt did around Pig Pen from Charlie Brown.  Hubby’s job is finally good–two mergers later and he is content with his position and actually really really excited about where his job is going.  Our kids are growing and developing and are just really awesome kids who are so fun to be around–aside from that occasional 3-year-old just shoot me now please tantrum.

Noah is starting school in 4 weeks.  We leave on our cruise in 5 weeks w/my mom and brothers.  I am working and am happy about working–not as happy about my job as I am actually getting out of the house and to work.  I am teaching part-time still and will be supervising student teachers.  Then end of my Phd program is in sight and while 5 or 6 semesters may seem like a long time–for someone who has been in school consistently since 1994–5 or 6 semesters is really a walk in the park.

So, when is the proverbial shit going to hit the fan?  I don’t necessarily think it will–I am an optimist and pretty happy person.  But I am married to Chicken Little and he spends most of his time thinking the sky is falling.  Hubby is working hard at trying to enjoy life and enjoy the happiness, but he is uncomfortable with it as he isn’t use to feeling happy on a daily basis.  So, he is looking over his shoulder waiting for the first shoe to drop which most certainly will be an indicator of impending apocalypse for us all.

But until then, I am not going to look over my shoulder–because when I do all I see is that my ass still isn’t as small as I’d like to be.