I don’t know why, but I was feeling all kinds of “aunt Bea” when I wrote that headline. Randomness can be fun, though, eh?
The past few weeks I’ve been incredible busy… and frustrated. Things are, as usual, SNAFU. Despite the increase in craziness (babysitting anywhere between 1 and 3 kids in addition to my two) and my seemingly decreased ability to handle the day’s responsibilities, I have been reading more.
I started getting frustrated a few months ago because I never have the time any more to sit down and enjoy a good book. Growing up an only child who moved every few years and changed grade school like new underwear, I read a helluva lot as a kid. Since I’ve been in college I have had a few opportunities to read things I enjoyed (why did I change majors again? DOH!) but anymore I’m lucky to get school reading done.
As it stands I have not yet filled out my FAFSA information for the fall, and despite the fact that I’m enrolled -I haven’t registered for any classes. I just don’t see how I’m going to do it. The six year old will be in school this fall from about 8 until 2, and the two classes I absolutely must have to complete my major are offered only on Tuesdays and Thursday mornings at 8 am in DEKALB. The baby could *probably* go to campus child care, but that’s a big IF -if I can get him in. I still have to figure out how to afford gas (loans? grants? scholarships?) and how to get the first grader to school (husband?).
This gordian knot could totally be unraveled if we had:
a.) more money
and
b.) a time machine.
Oh well. If I could just pull myself up out of the doldrums I’ve been buried in lately, I could probably work my ass off to get this done. But I’m already working my ass off and getting pretty much nothing done around here.
Calgon, take me away!
