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.
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