Sometimes life, and living, feels good.

I'm sitting here eating a delicious low-carb lunch of broccoli and cabbage sauteed with garlic and butter. I have just finished hooking up my brand new printer, alhamdulilah, and this morning I told the maid I was looking for certain discs in a plastic baggie and she totally tuned this place upside down until she found it. I am so greatful to Allah. I didn't get to it last night as I said I would but I did it this morning. Even better, I completed tomorrow's assignment for one of my classes today and posted it. I took my time and did my best work. I was pleased with it. Especially after I read the half-assed response someone wrote. She was the only other person to have turned in her homework for that assignment. Just us two. Guess everyone else will post on Tuesday. Can't wait to see my grade!

Oh God, the next assignment for the other class looks so incredibly difficult! But you know what I'm coming to find? That even though some of the homework has ben najess in the extreme, if I apply myself...and I mean really buckle down and handle business...I get it done and I get a good grade. I just pray I can keep this up throughout college. I'm discovering some surprising things about myself. I've been checking out the other students and I'm amazed at how well I'm doing, mashallah, compared to them. So many people post their homework in the wrong forum when it states explicitly where to post each homework. And so many people give such retarded answers, you know they haven't read the material they were supposed to. I'm starting to feel better about the whole college thing. Yeah, I know harder assignments are coming. But the teachers make sure they prep you beforehand so if you fall on your keister you have nobody but yourself to blame.

As for the kid, she seemed to enjoy her fist day of school. I made her wear a blouse and jumper and a headpiece. She and I discussed over the summer that she would start wearing her headpiece to school from now on. She's getting really big, nine years old already. She really wanted to wear pants yesterday and today she reiterated her preference. She said she wants to run and play and go on the monkey bars. I relented even though her old school pants are so ragged at the bottom. When hubby saw me putting her headpiece on today he stated that she doesn't have to wear it everyday. I didn't answer him, but I plan on having a talk with him later on. I mean, we're trying to get her to pray. How can she pray anywhere, any of the various salah if she's not covered? At least there's one other girl in her class who wears it, so she's not alone. Last year nobody in her class wore it so she felt kinda shy. I'm going to support her and encourage her, though. Buying pretty shaylas helps. She loves those.

I think I'm going to play with my printer awhile and then try and do some more school work. Today was a blessed day for me. I think my sister's duas helped. I'm considering reinstating her as life's blood.