Well people.......I have realized that I have too much to do and not enough time to get it done. I have a Math quiz that is due by Thursday-30 questions. Two English papers, both due on Wednesday. Now, since I will be in class on Wednesday and Thursday, I have one evening to get all of it done. I spent all day yesterday on the computer finishing 5 chapters for my online class. I spent tonight completing the 30 homework math problems that are due by Thursday.
It is now ten at night. My behind is sore from sitting in this computer chair all evening long. Yet somehow, I am wrapping up my night with a blog. Some would say maybe my priorities are not in order. To those I would say, kiss my sore behind. A girl's gotta have break every once in a while. I have no one to blame (as usual) but myself. Instead of dedicating my entire Saturday to completing some of these projects, I spent it with my family.
While I didn't regret it at the time, now I am filled with guilt. Something. Will. Not. Get. Done. How do I choose? I need to get all of them done. Unless I stay up half the night tomorrow night, I am in trouble. The problem with doing that is I will have to work all day on very little sleep, then go to class (which is 45 minutes away from home). I will have to sit there for four hours and then drive home at ten at night. This is not very safe.
Truthfully, I think I am too wimpy to pull it off. I knew that taking an extra class this semester was going to be tough. I did it because I want to graduate ASAP. Desperately. My kids want me to graduate. Very desperately. The DQ asked me yesterday if she will still have to fold clothes when I finish school. Hahahaha. Uummm, that would be a big fat yes. While she is a sensitive loving, obedient child, she despises housework. (I think she gets that from her father).
Yet I don't feel guilty about having her help out. It's good for her. It helps me. It teaches her some responsibility. I don't think you do your child any favors by not making them help out. Someday they are going to be out in the real world. In the real world, I will not go over to her house and clean it for her, or do her laundry. I plan to be doing whatever it is that people do when their children are grown. Take up a hobby or something. Buy an RV and travel. Whatever I am doing, it won't be taking care of my grown children's houses.
Well now that I have gone all over the map with this blog, I think I will retire for the evening. My stomach is growling. I haven't even had dinner yet. Sniffle. Sniffle.