The one hour-ish nap

August 31, 2013 0042

            Yesterday started early!  The alarm started yelling just four hours after we went to bed and one hour after we finally went to sleep at 4 a.m.!  Both of us exhausted because on our last night in a bed together we had to have one of those almost fight discussions about all the wrongs in our relationships.  The Goat Man would like me to tell you that I started it.

            Karma has its way of getting even.  Starting at the cheerful hour of 4 a.m. The Goat Man’s alarm on his phone would ring.  I lay sleeping on his left while he held the phone in his right hand.  When it began to play its little tune inside his hand I could hear it and it threatened to pull me from my dream, however, it was not loud enough.  I could ignore it.  So, the dear sweet Goat Man would bring the ringing phone across his body and place it in his left hand.  The hand he wrapped around me and rested on my shoulder just above my ear.  He would then open the phone increasing the song ten fold and snooze it.

            I was rudely ripped from my dream with the force of early morning.  I would slowly begin to fall back into my dream world and the phone would sing again.  He snoozed it every five minutes until 5:30 a.m.  Got to love Karma.

            Thanks to Michelle for the gas money and Kat for the couches, we said good-bye to The Goat Man’s friends and headed back to Pasco County because I had an interview today.  I feel so alive.  The interview went great!  I have been asked to come back on Tuesday afternoon and teach them a sample lesson.

            Central Florida Institute has interviewed me for a part-time instructors position where I will be teaching English composition among other courses if chosen for the job.  This is the job I want.  I want to teach (hence the PhD in Adult Education) and I don’t want to teach medical things.  I need a break from medical things.

            I never envisioned how hard switching careers would be.  I am a nurse.  I think like a nurse.  I act like a nurse.  I will always be a nurse, but I am a nurse who loves to write and wants to teach writing.  I encourage creativity and the arts.  I have my fingers crossed.  This will be an excellent first step into my dream job.

            I am treading on new ground now.  I have never done a lesson demonstration before and I am nervous and worried about what lesson is the right one.  Today, I sit back and am thankful to God for the opportunity.  I am learning it is the little things that matter.  Regardless of whether I get the job or not I get the opportunity and I will learn from it.

            I just ate a bagel and it was very good.  The toaster is just one more thing I am very thankful for.  I am thankful for Internet, but I will miss watching the people at McDonalds.  I am thankful to be out of the woods, but wonder about the well-being of those we left behind.  I am thankful for the nap The Goat Man and I took today. (Hence the late post)

            Exhausted, after my interview The Goat Man and I curled up on the couch together and took an hour-ish nap.  The key here is the –ish because the nap lasted four hours.  I rarely nap, but when I do it is always enjoyable.  We were both so stressed.

            When my oldest boy was a teenager he went out with his friends.  I of course the diligent mother that I was discussed his return time with him.  He said I will be back about ten-ish and we agreed that to be acceptable.  The diligent teenager he was returned home four hours late.  When I enquired to the reason why his response was simply “I said –ish.”  It then became a joke in our house that –ish means four hours.  (He was allowed to joke about it once he finished being grounded.)

            To us it was the same as my dad’s ‘ten-minute job’.  Whenever my dad would tell you the job was going to take him ten minutes it would be hours before it was complete.  Basically, a ten-minute job was guy talk for “I have no idea how long it will take.”

            The only thing I regret about the interview today is that I had printed out my educational philosophy to present to them, but he did not ask for one.  I kept it in my bag and I wish I had presented it anyway.  But I live and I learn.