So I had an incredible honeymoon. We ran around Grand Cayman and did honeymoon things. Laid on the beach and gawked at the incredibly clear, blue water. We swam with stingrays and ate the most incredible dinners. We hung out at the pool and went adventuring a time or two. The first night of the honeymoon we even went to see a STL Cardinals game. So it was overall pretty awesome.
Then I came home.
I got pretty teary eyed at the airport when we said goodbye. I was morose the whole next twenty-four hours. I got in to school the next day and it seemed like a storm had just been waiting for me. The minute I stepped back on that campus everything went straight to hell. I got a progress report that said I had a D in a class I thought I had a B in. Came to find out that was because I was counted as having two zeroes for assignments that were due while I was gone. Once I turn those in it’ll be fine.
My unit just fell apart in my absence. It wasn’t that I wasn’t there. It has kind of just been a long time coming. So everyone was running around doing crazy shit. I got yelled at over and over again because that’s what happens when you’re in charge. Your people fuck up, you get the heat. I was literally one day off the island and getting yelled at four or five times a day. Everyone was telling me I sucked and I was a shitty leader and that I needed to fix this when in reality this has been a problem that I can’t control. But ya gotta try right?
Wednesday started to look up as I started to implement plans for getting the ship righted again, but then it just got even more bad. I got an email telling me I had a test Friday (today) that is kind of a big deal. First, I thought it would be the final in the class meaning I still had two months to study. Second, it’s my senior exit exam so if I don’t pass I don’t graduate. I had two days to study everything I learned in four years. Holy shit.
The last two days have been a whirlwind of study material. I went so hard that I came home to take a nap last night before waking up to study more and wasn’t able to open my eyes until I’d been asleep 12 hours. It was bad. So now, here I am, taking a quick study break before heading back to work. I have a couple of hours before the test and a huge cup of coffee next to me because despite having slept that long, I’m still exhausted.
Going to go kick this test’s ass and then come home and watch some serious Netflix for a couple of hours before heading to work. Fingers crossed and prayers that I nip this thing in the bud.
Oh and I woke up with Pink Eye. Awesome.
I’d give anything at all to be back on the island with my hubby instead of counting down the days until I go pick him up from the airport. Only 24 more though. <3