And so it goes...

I'm officially back in the groove. Spring break is over and it's back to class with all it entails. Homework, lectures, papers, and so on. It's the second half of the semester and apparently the first half was just for pretend, because all of my professors seem to think that we haven't been doing much yet!

I don't know if it's because I'm older now, if I just have more responsibilities, or a combination of the two, but I really don't know how I did it the first time around! Back then I took a full load of classes, and worked two jobs, albeit part time for each. Now I work part time (only one job, though), take a full load of classes, and raise one child. My house needs cleaning, the dishwasher needs to be emptied, laundry is piling up,I have about 900 hours of homework, and the bathrooms are quickly becoming a hazmat site. Yet, here I sit, on the computer, eating my guilt for dinner and trying to unwind.

It's a delicate balancing act and in one week I've forgotten how to keep all my balls in the air. I know that sounds kind of disturbing, but I really just mean it as a juggling metaphor... So, instead, I've opted to write and watch Conan. There's nothing quite like procrastination to really make your guilt multiply by the dozens.

Speaking of guilt, have I mentioned that I'm Catholic yet? No one quite gets guilt the same way as us Catholics do, except maybe for Jewish mothers. I mean that simply there is no way for me to avoid guilt completely, so I do the best I can to minimize it. Usually this involves expectations I assume that others have for me and trying to live up to them before they realize they are supposed to be expecting something. Unfortunately, this usually falls onto my husband's shoulders. He often suffers for my resentment of being expected to do something he never really cared if I did or not. He's pretty good about letting me know what he would like to get accomplished but I constantly assume (you know what they say about that-and I am an ass!) that there are things I'm not doing he would like handled.

I must be getting tired, I'm starting to ramble. I'm going to wrap this up and promise to try to stay more on point in the future. Stick with me, I'll get the hang of this sooner or later!