Yes, I admit I’ve got a thinkin’ problem – school’s always on my mind. It’s hard to relax, hard to unthink. This a particularly hellish week and it will end, but in the meantime, I’m on the edge of the ledge.
Music can always talk me down, but it’s hard to remember even to turn it on when you’re hopped up as a hamster on highballs. Must relax. Deep breaths.
The schoolwork piles up, the laundry piles up, the filth in the house piles up. Fortunately, my grades have gone up too, so maybe it’s worth it.
Tonight I’ve done a bit of therapeutic laundry and floor-scrubbing (the dogs got a not-quite-empty honey bear out of the recycling bin, which made for a bit of a mess), after taking time to go to Jude’s soccer game and visit with Sylvie on the sidelines. And now I’m listening to some good music and hitting the blog, which is way more fun than writing scholarly papers.
Of course tomorrow I might be regretting taking some personal time.
But I’m determined not to let life get away just because I’m in school. Time passes all too fast and things happen when you’re not paying attention. I need to remember to pay attention to life, too.
Tonight, when Zuzu, who’ll be a year old (already!) Friday, came after the broom, which to her is an ever-so-fun toy, and I ordered her to “leave it!,” she did! Just like that. When’d she get so grown up?
Annabelle turned 9 months old today – such a big girl! And Sylvia will be 4 months Friday. Wow.
In the big picture, is it worth retaking a test I made a 95 percent on to try for a better score when I could be spending time with the grandkids, the hubster, the dogs or seeing “Moneyball,” which we hope finally to do tomorrow night? These are the questions that keep me awake at night.
I’m fighting the urge to retake it. I’ve got papers to write, more tests to take, more reading to do. I need to move on.
Wish me luck. I’m trying.