I'm a little overwhelmed at the moment, and while I should be utilizing my time to get actual work done, I'm going to blog. Decompression is a necessity at the moment.
First, let me say that I am very thankful my husband is not one of those guys who makes snide comments all the time about wanting me to work full-time. I think he sometimes wonders why our house is as messy as it is since I don't work full-time, but he keeps his lip zipped. I do have two part-time paying jobs, after all, and a host of volunteer commitments for which I should be paid (if it were up to me in my own perfect world). For the next 7 weeks I also have a graduate class.
Second, let me say that I don't understand how some folks work full-time, have children and take graduate classes on top of that. They have my admiration.
I am only one week into the graduate course, and I'm already thinking that perhaps a person who refuses to get a smartphone is not the best candidate to take a class on mobile learning. I just couldn't take another literature in the classroom course, and I would like to learn about some cool apps and sites that I can bring to use in the cottage school instruction/assignments.
With that being said, I am finding the course reading more dull than most of my craft knives. With only 7(ish) days under my belt, I am not yet to the stage when I feel confident that I will be able to handle the class without too much angst.
Last week N was sick and only went to school on Friday. It was at once monotonous and awesome. Last week was also new basement floor installation so I was limited on what things I could get done around the house.
As a result of our confinement to the house, this week has felt and actually been crazy busy. On Monday I dropped off over 200 items at the big kids' consignment sale. Tuesday afternoon (and this afternoon) are the GEMS Club I've been coordinating with the elementary school's learning lab teacher. Tuesday night was piano. Last night was a Girl Scout meeting. Today has been prep for tomorrow's teaching. I've been burning the 10:45 oil working on the graduate class instead of reading for fun in bed.
I've also been working on a freelance article that involved numerous telephone interviews.
Burning the candle at all ends much?
It makes me think back to the days of the kids' infancies and toddlerhoods when my days were less busy but also so mentally boring I thought I would die. I felt like so much depended on me being such a great, enthusiastic, be-all-for-my-kids mom that I couldn't relax, and I felt such guilt because I was often so terribly bored.
Blessedly, I am now relaxed around my kids, and I'm not worried about getting it all done in stellar fashion. If I can get it all done at all, I think I'll feel pretty content.
First, let me say that I am very thankful my husband is not one of those guys who makes snide comments all the time about wanting me to work full-time. I think he sometimes wonders why our house is as messy as it is since I don't work full-time, but he keeps his lip zipped. I do have two part-time paying jobs, after all, and a host of volunteer commitments for which I should be paid (if it were up to me in my own perfect world). For the next 7 weeks I also have a graduate class.
Second, let me say that I don't understand how some folks work full-time, have children and take graduate classes on top of that. They have my admiration.
I am only one week into the graduate course, and I'm already thinking that perhaps a person who refuses to get a smartphone is not the best candidate to take a class on mobile learning. I just couldn't take another literature in the classroom course, and I would like to learn about some cool apps and sites that I can bring to use in the cottage school instruction/assignments.
With that being said, I am finding the course reading more dull than most of my craft knives. With only 7(ish) days under my belt, I am not yet to the stage when I feel confident that I will be able to handle the class without too much angst.
Last week N was sick and only went to school on Friday. It was at once monotonous and awesome. Last week was also new basement floor installation so I was limited on what things I could get done around the house.
As a result of our confinement to the house, this week has felt and actually been crazy busy. On Monday I dropped off over 200 items at the big kids' consignment sale. Tuesday afternoon (and this afternoon) are the GEMS Club I've been coordinating with the elementary school's learning lab teacher. Tuesday night was piano. Last night was a Girl Scout meeting. Today has been prep for tomorrow's teaching. I've been burning the 10:45 oil working on the graduate class instead of reading for fun in bed.
I've also been working on a freelance article that involved numerous telephone interviews.
Burning the candle at all ends much?
It makes me think back to the days of the kids' infancies and toddlerhoods when my days were less busy but also so mentally boring I thought I would die. I felt like so much depended on me being such a great, enthusiastic, be-all-for-my-kids mom that I couldn't relax, and I felt such guilt because I was often so terribly bored.
Blessedly, I am now relaxed around my kids, and I'm not worried about getting it all done in stellar fashion. If I can get it all done at all, I think I'll feel pretty content.
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