Like sands through the hourglass...

It's time to check in with my little blue page and give a few small updates.  It feels like I have been gone  from this computer for months, but alas, it has only been a week or so since The Shan has been roaming the planes of her land.  

I started getting so very tired and achey about 10 days ago and found myself sleeping between activities.  I would get up, get the kids ready for school, say goodbye to two boys and a hubby, mill about for a few minutes, then climb back in bed.  It seemed the thing to do.  Then, at about 2:45 in the afternoon, I would hear the little tiny tri-tone beep on my insulin pump, so I'd get up and obediently go pick up the kiddies from their schools, go back home and WHEW! Tired.  Momma needs a little resty poo before dinner time.   And so on. 

I've always had a special fondness for my bed,  but this seemed a bit extreme even for me!  I decided I was depressed because "depression hurts" according to that commercial.  But, a few fevers and two inches of lung biscuits later(not to mention a husband who was also coming down with the "depression" too), I cleverly realized I was actually just sick and proceeded on to the doctor for some Tamiflu and an antibiotic for the smokers cough I had recently developed.  Turns out the flu hurts too.

In other unrelated news, I lost my job.  Job?  What job?  Well, I have been babysitting this little pimpernel

three days a week since August. But, his mommy got a promotion and different hours at work so he got re-routed to daycare, leaving his "Auntie Shannon" one baby short of a day job. Though it conveniently came at the same time my new sleeping hobby cropped up, now that I'm feeling better I find myself wondering what my next venture will be.

I've been batting around all the usual possibilities:

1) Start watching another baby on a part time basis.
2) Get paperwork, CPR and training up to date and reopen our home for foster care.
3) Repeat step two and try to adopt another child.
4) Get a part-time job outside the home.
5) Go back to school for that elusive and endlessly painful degree.
6) Be a stay-at-home-mom who actually does all the stuff one is supposed to do to keep a proper house.

Yep, I'm right back where I started in August when I sort of happened into #1 due to a lack of school enrollment. That seemed good at the time. But now I'm back at the list scratching my head for insight. I think I'm ready to move on past the first option but 2-5 strike me as pretty serious choices and not ones to be taken lightly.
While I ponder those, I will default to #6 and see if I can find a comfortable balance between housework and personal enrichment that allows time to focus on my new years resolution of having "A year of intelligence-becoming smartererer than ever before!" And if it works, pondering the middle four options should only become easier with a little more brains on board. Hey, we've already seen that I can now type faster than a dead person. Maybe next I can learn the art of decision making before actually becoming one.