A few years ago I noticed that if I let a long time pass between phone calls to my mother (because I was busy or traveling or whathaveyou) that it got harder and harder to actually make the call - even when I found I had time. So I would let more time pass. And .... it would get harder. And so on. The math may be basic but the phenomena certainly isn't. Like a lot of Life's Little Mysteries*, I've given up trying to understand them and have just learned to (try to) make good habits that curb bad effects. I try to call home regularly. I brush my teeth. And I've tried to post on this blog every week or so.
But obviously I've not posted in a long while. Part of the reason is because of what I just mentioned up there - (what can I call that - the Defeated Procrastinator Effect?) but also - we've just had a lot on the go. For those of you who don't Facebook or Skype or read minds - here's what has been happening: I finished my thesis late in January and two days later I was stricken by some flu bug that left me bedridden with aches and shakes, the worst headache of my life and an inability to keep food from forcing its putrid way up my throat (you're welcome!). And then the day after I crawled out of bed I had to go back to work and move into a new office. Our semester started a few weeks early here and coincided with a move into a new building. Because those few critical days before the start of semester (which are usually filled with lesson planning and organising) were spent puking rancid bile (again, you're welcome) I've been feeling the effects of my slow start. Since then I've been frantic with lesson planning, unpacking - and regaling people with the details of my sickness.
Anyway, around the same time the illustrious Mister got word that he was accepted into the biology programme at a university of his choice (mansay, indeed!) and was due to start school in just two weeks**. This has resulted in a flurry of tuition paying, book-buying, and much Google-searching for "stress/marriage/patience" and Prostrate-prayers that sound a lot like "dear god help me". Because my homemaker hubby is returning to school this means we've also had to find a noribang or a daycare centre for Hayden and that has been SO HARD. For me. The child is fine. The daycare is fine. I'm a wreck.
And because we felt we weren't crazy enough - we also bought an Xbox 360 and changed our "study" into a bedroom for Hayden. Things have been busy.
It's all true. But I'm back, and happy to be here. I've missed blogging and since I have no one to talk to*** I've just been composing blog posts in my head and muttering to myself for two months. Right now I have a lot of things to say about Hayden and her new experiences with daycare. They haven't started her on linear algebra yet - but I sense it's coming soon. More on that later.
Right then. Welcome back to me - and for those of you who hung around and didn't delete my blog from your linkage lists - thanks. With any luck we'll be around for a while.
* like why it Never-Rains-But-It-Pours
**this is what is known as Korean Standard Time
*** except my (older, male) workmate from Australia and my (younger, male) student from Uzbekistan. I adore them both - but really - are there no 30 year old English-speaking women in Korea anymore??? Heh. I know.
No.
Vanessa Matae and Ben Harper - boa sorte
Beth Orton - oooh child
Bye!~
