This is my life. I overload myself with things to do and then get pissed at myself when I don't get them all done. I have SO much work to do with the senior level classes I'm taking this semester, but I just keep putting it off. After my accidental 6 hour nap yesterday, you'd think I'd be all caught up on my rest, but no.
I'm to the point where I'm contemplating consulting WEBMD with my symptoms, but I'd just end up diagnosing myself with a tumor or something, so I resist. Barely.
I was just reading over the requirements for this huge research paper that's 13% of my grade, and I'm feeling vastly overwhelmed. He mentions that he will look very kindly upon a certain topic (and I'm all about being a suck-up in this scenario), so I emailed him for direction. If I can get started on this now while I still have some drive, I'll be better off. Maybe.
My "ton of stuff to do" isn't just limited to schoolwork, either. I need about 8 of me in order to get everything done that I need to, and I'm horrible when it comes to prioritizing. I give each thing equal importance. I have to, otherwise nothing will ever get done.
Oh, wait..it doesn't anyway!
Today was a waste of a day, especially when I discovered I was reading all the right chapters, but in the wrong text for that particular subject...and it was a good thing they weren't the right ones in that particular text because MAN! Talk about boring.
After N got home from school, I let him play Xbox, and then we took off for Target (I feel like I haven't been there in AGES!) and then to hang out with the Clemens'. N is in major need of some organizational tools. He told me while we were walking through Target, "I wish I could just go back to 6th grade so I could have Mrs. P. again." What?! Something in 6th grade turned out to be awesome? Who knew?!
At the Clemens', early bedtime rules were strictly enforced so we sped through a game of Yahtzee and off to bed they went! N neglected to mention any homework that he might've had (AHEM, MATH!), so he lounged/dozed on the couch for the rest of the evening while I suffered through my reading assignment (right chapters/text this time) with the maximum number of breaks I could justify.
When we got home, I sent him straight to bed (since he snored the whole way home) and transferred his school stuff into his new binder/dividers. That was when I discovered the homework, and rather than wake him up and make him do it (I seriously considered it), I went into his room and turned off his alarm. I think he needs an extra 30 minutes in the morning.
And then I'll ream him. Cheers!
Aubs
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