Progression of nursing degrees

I went to nursing school.

Earned my Associates degree in nursing (ADN).

It is the proudest I've been of myself, school wise.  Ever.

Then I continued in school to earn my Bachelors of Science in Nursing, because I am a sucker, and thought it was a big deal to have those BSN credentials after RN.  Several thousand dollars later, and no pay difference than what an ADN, RN makes...I'm here to say, having a BSN just lengthens my already long name on my badge at work.

And so I thought, since I must work, I might as well make something doing it.  So, back to school.  Only this time it is grad school, which isn't for sissies.  Not only is it not for sissies, it apparently isn't suited for people named Kristina, who has a husband, and three kids, and a job, and lives across the country from a support system...

So, the truth...

 I failed an assignment.  Not just any assignment, but one of the "should of been and easy A" type of assignments.  Which for this type A lady, it is huge.  HUGE. 

It is dollar signs, and pride, and handwork turned crap, and tears all rolled into a big, hot mess.

Which is me, right now.

Sigh.

Deep breath.

Leaky eyes.

"But it is a 75%," well let me just tell you that is failing.

So I'm confused about wanting to quit/continue, and frustrated that money rules the world, and driving my husband wild with my irrational thinking.

Like I'll never be smart enough for this.

It has been a recurrent theme this term.

And since I have no other uplifting things to write about, I'll let the pictures talk.  Cause they don't swear.

Which is all I want to do right now.

*****

 A day with them, here, was so sweet, and swear-free.