Dear self from January 2011,
Hello self. I'm just taking a minute to drop you a line from 5 months in the future. I thought you might want to know that life is going to get a wee bit complicated after you register for those classes you're about to register for. And I know that you realize how busy it's going to be with your kids and school, BUT there's one piece of information that you do not know... and that is that Finleigh will be diagnosed with Autism in February.
I know that doesn't seem like such a big deal, but little do you know the emotional, mental and time suck this is all going to be. I mean seriously - there is so much that comes with this diagnosis. And then, when you have the time (well sorta if you count sneaking in time between child care necessities like feeding your children) which is definitely less that you have right now, in January, your mind is going to be a total soggy mess and you will end up wandering around the house, knowing that you have homework to do, but unable to concentrate on it enough to even make a respectable attempt at it. And if you do get to making that attempt, you realize that you will just end up writing total run on sentences like the one I just constructed. The you of the future that has that soggy mess of a brain.
Don't worry, the future you will finish these stupid courses (if it kills us). It WILL get done. But, consider yourself warned... expect to feel VERY overwhelmed going into the second week of May.
The good news, however, is that you'll have gotten some great visiting time in with some very important people in your life. And we both know that we value all those relationships more that these little freshman classes that if you didn't care about doing well in you could finish real quickly and still pass. But we both know that's not gonna happen. We have our pride. And our perfectionism. Yup.
Your loving future self,
P.S. Would you stop filling your face, already?!?!?!?! You are going to gain so much weight between then and now and if you would just stop, it would make our life a little more enjoyable now. In May. That's my now, not yours. Thanks.