Celebrate Good Times!

School = stress for me. A lot of stress... like wishing death would befall me prior to having to go take my first History quiz last night-kind of stress. Bad, bad stress. Like Miss Birdie having to talk me down from the ledge-kind of stress. Like I was at a point where I would rather vomit up dog crap than take my first quiz-kind of stress. You get the point. I will have you know that I didn't do any of the aforementioned deeds. Self-control. I did go to class and take the quiz. I have no idea what I got on it... I don't even really care at this point. The fear from that moment is over. I made it. I did it. I lived. All is well. Therefore, on my way home, I stopped at Dairy Queen, purchased an ice cream cake, had them write "way to go" on it in pink frosting (they couldn't fit my name on there), and took it home to celebrate good times with the quorum and the Nana.

That's right... we celebrated NOT a grade, NOT the outcome of the aforementioned traumatizing quiz... we celebrated the fact that I prepared as well as I could, I went and took it without breaking out into shingles, I did my best, I didn't sit in the corner of the classroom in the fetal position rocking myself back and forth while I sucked my thumb... I did it. We celebrated that!

I would also like to mention that Jackson noted that he takes a test "like everyday at school" so we should totally celebrate "like everyday!" This is not about you JACKSON. This is about your slightly ill mother!!!! :)