Another week gone by...still struggling with Psychology. I do not like taking all these questionares to answer things about myself. We have an assignment to turn in Monday. We are supposed to say what kind of attachment we are and name 5 events in our lifetime that made us that way. She is being very lenient by giving us an example and if we want to use this example and figure out what kind of attachment Gomer has and make up the events in his life that made him that way, so that is the way I am going. I have to be honest, my husband helped me get started. I was totally blank on how to get started. I am that way a lot, but once I get started I can usually go from there. I actually enjoyed myself once I was past the starting point. I have the same problem with essays. Anyhoo...I have that done and I hope it is done right. We will have a test on Tuesday and I am not at all prepared for it. I need to study my notes a lot, but don't see the point until Monday night. I know myself well enough to know that after a couple of days I will forget what I have studied. I find this class to be full of useless crap. I guess if I was going for some kind of degree in psychology I might find it interesting but so far I think it just a way to blame someone else for your actions. I do not believe in blaming someone else for my actions. I know the events in our lifetime to do make us the way we are, but I will not blame others for my mistakes. I wish I could blame someone else for some of my really stupid mistakes but unfortunately they are all mine. oh well, enough about that.
It has been a good week, but I am worn out. I had the little munchkin until Wed. night. He is precious but I am up and down constantly getting something for the little whiner. I can see why we are supposed to have our children while we are young, I couldn't handle a baby at my age, but if push come to shove I would take him in a heart beat I would just be worn out for the rest of my life..
Oh by the way we are watching this very interesting show about how pencils are made...