When I got home on Friday, my hubby gave me flowers. I think he realized I was kinda freaking out last week. It got to be a rough week at work. There was a ton of stuff to do at home. And I was behind on my homework for school. I am still trying to decide if he was trying to make me feel better with the flowers or if it was preemptive self-defense. Oh well. I love them either way.
When I first started this current class, I thought the fact that I did not have a major project due by the end of the quarter was great. I thought that dividing out some of the extra work throughout each week would be fine. Boy was I wrong. Holy cow do I have a ton of homework each week. I keep hoping that I’ll get adjusted to it and be okay each week. I’m almost half way through the quarter and still hoping. Now I just want to survive to the end of the quarter. And pass the class.