Alright, I’m back! As much as I would love to try to come up with a really clever way of saying that, alas, my brain is too fried right now.
“Where have you been?” you ask? The answer is quite simple, though not very fair to all of you. I have been busy. Swamped, even. Between dealing with surgery for Sprog, having a visitor for a month and a half, and then doing a cross-country drive in December, the last few months have been quite the whirlwind. Even now, I feel like I’m barely staying afloat. I started class to finish my degree a couple of weeks ago and holy hell, I was not expecting to be as slammed as I am. But, I guess that’s what happens when you start school again, only to take the final upper division classes you need before you can graduate.
I have to say that the biggest challenge I have had so far this semester is finding time to balance my class, homework, and then my duties as a wife and mom. On the days that I don’t have class, more often than I want to admit I end up letting Sprog watch more television or play on his Fire more than I would otherwise let him. But at the same time, if that’s the only way I have any peace to get some reading done for an Anthropology class, or even wash the dishes or do laundry, then so be it. I used to be so critical of myself for letting Sprog watch television, or even play by himself, really. But there came a point, probably sometime last year when I was up to my eyeballs in dealing with the husband’s medical issues as well as keeping everything else afloat, that I just said to myself, “Screw it.” There comes a time that you have to pick and choose what’s most important to you, especially for your sanity as a person. It took me a long time before I remembered that I had my own identity and self to take care of, that I was more than just the odd, nerdy mom and wife. I’m an odd and nerdy woman, too!
If you have one thing to take from this blog post, I hope it’s that you shouldn’t stress the small things. Life really is too short to worry about the little things. Yeah, at some point you’ll want to do the dishes, or catch up on that massively huge pile of laundry that’s decorating the couch, but you shouldn’t stress so hard that you’re killing yourself over it. Since that realization, I have found myself feeling a little lighter. I hope that you can, too.
P.S. At some point, I’m going to change the look of the blog. I’m not sure where it’s heading, but I’m not currently in love with it as it is now.