So I am tired of my life. It gets lousy gas mileage. I'm looking for a trade in program. My life for someone who did her phd the normal way-- funded and sans kids. My kids are, this very minute, asleep. But earlier today, they made me crazy. Miss O, my seven year old, skipped in circles around my parents' living room, but refused to go outside to burn off energy. My 16 year old took five hours to figure out what she wanted to do today, and then called me in a panic to sort out the fact that we ate the food that she had intended to contribute to the church youth group get-together. My 14 year old son spent the evening lolling around because he got too much sun at above youth get together and somehow can't figure out that his pale skin (belying his Scots-Irish roots-- he managed to skip any Native American skin tones) means sunscreen and lots of it.
And all of this is my problem.
Right.
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I had moments like this when I was getting my masters. I threatened to quit every 30 days--once because I was scrambling to finish an important paper and my pre-teen daughter had returned from the weekend at dad's house having forgotten her one and only tiny bra there. It was 7:30am, and she was refusing to go to school without it. And of course, I was due at work at 8.
Hang in there.
I'm inclined to leave a comment thats not really original.. 'This too shall pass!' :)
So what kind of trade in do you think you'd get? Forget the old cars, I like your idea much better.
Like my car that gets 2mpg over the limit to trade in, my life somehow doesn't qualify either. No takers. For some reason I can't fathom, no one wants to trade me a nice, traditional education for the chaos that I have pieced together. I can't imagine why.
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