I love long weekends. Who doesn't? There are two issues I have with long weekends, though. First, I never seem to get as much done with them as I want. I don’t know what happens. I even try to make lists so I’m not overwhelming myself with stuff. It still doesn't work. The other issue I have is that I’m never ready for them to be over. I always want another day or two. Regular weekends don’t seem to do that to me as badly. Not sure what the deal with that is.
Remember a while ago when I commented on how much laundry I do every week? Remember how I was convinced that there was some kind of conspiracy about how much there is even though there are only 3 of us I’m doing laundry for? Well, whatever is going on with that is contagious. It’s spread to the dishes. I currently have the second load in the dishwasher and the sink is still full. That’s what I get for trying to get my hubby to do the dishes.
At this point I’m starting to seriously doubt my decision to go to grad school. I know it’s a good thing, and I will be better off in the long run for it. But, this is killing me right now. Maybe it’s just the class I’m in. I don’t know. The current class is brutal. All of psychological testing in 10 weeks – including a few weeks spent on things like reliability and validity. Too much to cram in over 10 weeks if you ask me. Too bad they didn't.