Nurse Betty BScN (cand): "Anchors" explanation

Nurse Betty BScN (cand)

I am a 36 year old mother of 2. I entered university in 2005 for the BScN program but had no idea what a roller coaster ride it would be. My other interests are boating, cottaging, gardening, sitting, doing nothing, vegging and of course hard core belly button contemplating.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

"Anchors" explanation

Okay, so I have been without school obligations for 3 (business, anchor free) days now. I don't count the weekend because well, those aren't anchor free now are they. It is this time when I am finished school but they aren't and I have to sit in the city and roast while waiting for them to be finished school, that the name "Anchors" becomes meaningful. A few years ago I made the statement "they are like anchors around my neck keeping me in the city when I could/should be at the cottage". Ever since then the name has stuck. I love the little beggers, don't get me wrong but it seems at this time of year that I get a little edgey with them. They get a little edgey with school and being home too. They want to be at the cottage as badly as I do, they hate the heat of the city. Girl Anchor complains of not being to sleep because of the noise from having her window open, her little eyes are so puffy from sleepless nights. Boy Anchor wears ear plugs but his complaints are the smells of summer?!? help me with that one. He says he doesn't like to smell the garbage cans on his way to school on garbage day in the summer. He actually came home yesterday all dramatic gasping, he said he held his breath almost the whole way home. Considering that we live a good 6 minute walk from school I don't think so.

So there you have it, the explanation to the name Anchors. I get edgey with them, they drive me nuts, I always say that I didn't sign onto parenthood willingly that I was drunk, (I was really only drunk with Girl Anchor, I was actually on the pill with Boy Anchor, I was that 1% that gets away) but I love them and only I get to call them The Anchors because they are mine. The Husband calls them the Tax Write Offs. Yeah I know, we win parents of the year...AGAIN ;o)

p.s. plus I have been shuffling the Anchors around to dentist appointments and orthodontist appointments etc. so really how Anchor free have my days been?


Blogger Wendy, S.N. said...

I love the term Anchor. I think it says so much, and the anchor could be different things to different people. My anchors are school, my house and my family. School will be finished soon. The house will go up for sale. This ship will be sailing, and the family will have to deal with it. :)

Whereabouts in Canada are you? And where is the cottage?

One of my best friends is Canadian, and also has a cottage. I'm wondering if you might be neighbors, so to speak.

W. :)

10:34 a.m.  
Blogger Betty said...

I'm in Toronto and the cottage is near Ottawa.
Cottaging is a way of life for me, my father bought it before I was born and now it has become a legacy which my sisters and I gratefully pass onto our children.
I also think of the term Anchor as what grounds me, they keep my feet firmly planted on my priorities.

11:47 p.m.  
Blogger Wendy, S.N. said...

That's sweet.

Friend is from Toronto as well! Her family's cottage is at Wasaga Beach. So you are sort of neighbors.

Well actually, were, since now she lives here in Miami.

W. :)

4:53 p.m.  
Blogger hoosier student nurse said...

They are anchors. No one can say with a straight face that they don't tie you down. It's voluntary servitude, but they still suck the life out of you. Thank you God that I've always lived places where central air conditioning is the norm. Someone was bitching about the heat in Texas, and I thought, we get out of our air conditioned cars to go into our air conditioned offices or homes. How much exposure to heat do we really have? 10 minutes a day? I loves me some AC!!!

9:45 a.m.  
Blogger I am a Milliner's Dream, a woman of many "hats"... said...

Exactly what I thought it meant; but I like the way you explained it all so well!


5:07 p.m.  
Blogger SVN, prn said...

I can't tell you how much I love this post. Made my day.

My escape --a cabin in the Sierra's of Cally.

1:19 p.m.  

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