That made me laugh, Shelley! I have never gotten up with a light-hearted attitude, even when I am thrilled with what the day will bring. My daughter is the same as me. This morning she told me "I like to sleep" when I woke her up, and that is the nicest she has ever been when I am trying to get her out of bed.
Well, what I thought was going to be my fall all of a sudden is completely not! I was planning on taking two graphic design courses this fall, but after the first day I knew I had to drop at least one because I was looking at trying to find an extra 24 hours outside of the six hours of class time just to do all the homework and I just couldn't see it anywhere. So the first day I dropped the straight "art" class because the workload on that was going to be so taxing. I thought I could deal with the typography class because it is not just all out creative thinking (which takes more time than just plain studying or writing papers for me), but even that was looking dire. The professor assigned 200 pages of reading in the first week alone, along with difficult reading questions (compare and contrast vs. just straight reporting what was in the book), plus three different assignments. In the first week, I had to tell JoJo twice that I couldn't hang out with her because I had homework. I just realized that I was already too stressed out and wasn't going to have any time to devote to JoJo (she's in a difficult time right now), my egg art shows, developing new lines (working on jewelry, screen printing tote bags or t-shirts to sell at the shows, other media), screen printing t-shirts for a friend's company, or doing the mobile website design that I worked on this summer. All these other things (except JoJo, of course) that might produce some income were being sacrificed for this class that isn't totally necessary to a web design degree. I want to learn about typography but not at the expense of everything else. So after staying up far too late last night worrying on it, I decided to drop that class too. So now I feel really happy. But I did think about the discussion of a few days ago and wondered whether I was being short-sighted. But in the end I decided that though it is a cool class, it wasn't worth the sacrifice of everything else. We will see. But I feel pretty alright today, with enough time to do the things that I have been passing by for weeks in the house like the plant that needs to be repotted or the kitchen baseboards that needed to be scrubbed. I read somewhere that there is one type of meditation that involves just going along for the ride all day, just getting up and doing what you want around the house, cleaning for a bit and then getting distracted by a book you want to read and then getting a drink of water and seeing that the sink needs to be cleaned and doing it. I love days like that where you can just putter around doing stuff and at the end of the busy day you can't tell anyone that you actually accomplished anything but you were busy all day. So I am kind of having that kind of day today. Like now - writing this post - I have been so busy that I felt bad about spending the time posting on here but I just checked in and felt like posting! Sorry I am rambling!
Gwenn - I am so sorry about Nero. JoJo and I looked at the lovely picture you posted on facebook and had a long talk about what the dog was thinking and whether he wanted to come in or whether he wanted us to go out and other things he might have been thinking about. Our dog looks a lot like Nero except maybe not as furry. You have been having such a hard year with a lot of losses and I feel sad for you.
Everyone sending their kids to k: big hugs. I don't know how I will feel about it next year. I wasn't that bothered when I dropped J off at daycare at 10 months (in fact I was a little gleeful to be by myself for the first time in almost a year) but I can see that I might be more emotional with kindergarten.
"Any idiot can face a crisis; it is this day-to-day living that wears you out." -Anton Chekhov
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Originally Posted by girlwonder
It makes you wonder how much (or little?) they understand?
I don't blame you. You are their mother, for sure. Their needs come first.
