So...I got a new job. It's full time and it's hard and exhausting and I don't think I care for it all that much. I start as soon as Amelia is gone for the day and I stop when she's home, until she's gone to bed and then I start again. I think my new job is the cause of my cranky this week and I'm starting to wonder if it's not responsible for this belly ache I'm sporting.
It has a fancy title. It's called "study for this Psyc midterm that I am not near smart enough to pass".
It's hard to fit that all on a business card. Maybe I'll just stick with Insane in the Membrane.
Insane in the Membrane
This exam is killing me. Literally. And it's only worth 40%....so there's that.
One thing I have learned for certain over the past 10 months, as I've started out on this journey to higher education, is that my ability to retain information has taken a serious hit since birthing a variety of children.
It's hard enough trying to remember why I walked into the kitchen, never mind 350 pages of the largest text book I have ever owned.
Sometimes my faith in my own abilities takes a wee blow. Like this week. I'm not sure if I can do this. It's hard. And I'm brain dead.
But carry on, that's what I do. Trudge forward. One step at a time. Or in this case, one chapter at a time.
Wish me luck. I really need it. Really, I do.