Day 19

Confession time:

I like cookie dough. I blame it on my dad. That's not my confession. The confession is this: I have eaten a lot of cookie dough this week. A lot. It's the only thing that has gotten me through the past few days. What was meant to be a fun cooking activity with my nephews turned into me stuffing my face. Husband is not going to be happy if he ever finds out. He doesn't like it when I eat cookie dough. He likes to point out that right on the package it says "do not consume raw cookie dough".

There.

On another note, I have class tonight and I'm actually going this week. I have to. We have to take a test and do a role-play assignment. It's going to be magical. My partner and I have to role-play a therapist and a suicidal client, then switch places. Just so you know, this is a Family Therapy class so it all makes sense. I'm a little nervous about the test though. There are essay questions, multiple-choice, and then a model to fill out using one of our own experiences in a crisis. The instructor said he estimates it will take 60-90 minutes. Here's the thing, I'm a fast test taker. Not because I know the material, but because I don't like to sit and ponder. If I know it, I know it. If I don't, then I move on. I'm usually the first one done and sometimes in the past, I would purposely sit and start at my paper for as long as it took so that I wouldn't be the first one done. Can't explain, I just hate tests and like to get done. I guess it's as simple as that. 

Remember my funny story from yesterday? Here's the picture: look at how his hands are in the air and his hat is about to fall off his head. Too funny