Things Suck
Can I have a day where I don’t have a to-do list breathing fire on my neck? Or a deadline, or a paper to write? Or a thousand and one things that are more important than lounging on the sofa reading a trashy novel?? Just one. MAYBE? Thanks to my idiocy and mental madness, even my free day is no longer free. Ugh. Here’s hoping this weekend will be drama-free.
See What Happened Was…and Other Nap Time Adventures
The testing center was closed, I crashed for five unplanned hours, and my paper still got done. On sleep deprivation, bad intel from friends, and learning to trust your own instincts.
Sleep? What’s that?
Being a single mom puts the "I can't do it" whining into perspective fast. I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead cause there is no one else but me.
Bracing For Impact
I must be suffering from the effects of residual stress because my head has been pounding all day. I can only assume that it is my body reacting to what I have yet to wrap my mind around completely: that in a matter of hours, my calm will be disrupted by the arrival of mr horrible. I have been too busy to really stop and take stock.
Smartphones and the Art of Listening
My sociology professor made us put our phones face-down to learn about listening. It reminded me of the last months of my marriage — texting my BFF from the sofa so I wouldn't say what I actually wanted to say.
