It Isn't....

So the good news is that Luke is perfectly healthy. That's wonderful! He stayed home with me on Monday and I spoke with the pediatrician's office. They agreed that he probably just has a cold sore or irritation from his current fascination with chewing his fingernails. He did, however, need the day with me, I think. He was still a little off kilter, and I think a day with other kids may have sent him in a bit of a spiral. He was MUCH better today.

I, on the other hand, am extremely frustrated. How in the Sam Hill did I end up marrying someone who actually LIKES math? More than likes, almost lives for the stuff! Well, it's not all bad because he has been able to help me. A lot. I just want to get through all the math related classes I can in a quick manner and with a decent grade. Then I want to be all but done with it. My poor instructor was just as frustrated today and finally had to realize I wasn't kidding when I said "no more, move on."

Who would've thought that fourteen years after high school, where I only passed the minimum math I needed by the grace of an understanding teacher, that I'd still be brought to the verge of tears by mere numbers? ARGH!

But, at least the day ends on a good note. My wonderful, patient, and willing husband sat down with me (while the 2-yr old literally bounced from my back to his) and somehow managed to find a way to make part of what was crucifying me today make some semblance of sense. Not really, but at least now I can lie about it and come up with the correct answer. What a great guy......