Thursday, April 23, 2015
I am enrolled in five college classes right now. To be fair, one is merely a lab. (No offense intended, Sniffy the Virtual Lab Rat.) But there are still assignments due in that class, so I'm still going to count it. Also, it makes me sound more overachiever-y. Which I am. To my eternal detriment. At any rate, I have just a week and a half of classes left. Which means that I have about 13,456 end-of-semester assignments due (Or maybe it's just 12. Whatever.) And 4 comprehensive finals coming up. I hate comprehensive finals. In fact, I hate the very word "comprehensive." Unless it's talking about a comprehensive look at the making of Hugh Jackman's six-pack. Which it never is.
I got a brief look at what life is like for my children right now. I overheard this conversation when I got home last night. I was making my way down the hallway to my bedroom to try to sneak in a 17-minute nap in between work responsibilities and church responsibilities.
My five-year old had a neuro energy drink and asked my 13-year old what the label said:
13YO: It relaxes you. And helps you not be stressed. Do you know what stress is?
13YO: It's when you're really MAD. And you just CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE! Like Mom.
Yes, that. Exactly that.
I'm too old for this sh#*.
Posted by Cyndie at 9:01 AM