Finals Week

Spring finals have finally arrived. I have never been more excited to have an entire week off of school in my life. I feel slightly discouraged that I have summer school, and then right back into fall quarter undergraduate slavery. I swear that we will be better with our money so that I don't feel so much pressure to do summer school next year. 

I think that my grades will be decent this quarter. I am expecting two A's, and A-, and a B or B+. Can you guess which class gets the B? ...Econ. Thanks to Macroeconomics, I officially hate learning about inflation, business cycles, fiscal policy, employment, and technological advances. I'll leave that up to the people who find it interesting, and who actually believe most of it. It disinterests me because I feel like there is so much to learn before you can actually apply any of it (which I suppose is true for most cases); However, by the time you learn it all...it's all subjective anyway. No one can predict the economy, and those who do never get it right anyway. I'm sure there is plenty of value in knowing it all, I'm just not interested enough to waste my time. Accounting is my thing, and I'll stick to that.

Samantha chewed up her very last binki today. It was the last straw for me, and I wasn't about to give her one of Penelopes either. She would just chew right through that one too. I should have just taken them away from her months ago, I've learned to hate them with a passion over the last year. I just kept making excuses on why she wasn't ready to give them up because I didn't want to face the fact that I was the one who couldn't deal with it. But today...oh boy...I had enough of it. This woman right here was not about to give her 2 1/2 year old the pleasure of forcing a trip to the store for a measly binki. What happened might you ask? 2 hours of nonstop screaming. I have never completely ignored either of my screaming kids for more than 15 minutes before. It was quite the experience. Going cold turkey is really hard on the both of us. I hate hearing her scream but it just gets worse when I go in there to comfort her. I have to remind myself that I'm doing both of us a favor by doing it now. I'm determined to ween Penelope off the binki before she gets this old. Ben and I are already in the habit of keeping her binki in the crib. I don't even want her to think about it outside of bedtime. I vow that I am never going through this again.