My grad school class that started last Wednesday, may kill me. I actually cried Wednesday night looking at all that is involved in this class and picturing doing all of it while taking care of my two babies, working full time and trying to get a little bit of sleep in. Oy to the vey.
This last week has been hell on wheels with going back to work and having my class start and I'm feeling painfully stressed and lacking for time. There just aren't enough hours in the day to get everything I've committed to done.
As I'm writing this, I'm alternating sentences with blowing on Bentley's belly, checking my grad class discussion forum for feedback on my proposal (which is due tomorrow, YIKES) and praying that Fynn stops yelling soon and takes a much needed (by all of us) nap.
Last week was one of the hardest weeks I've had in a long time. Worse than going back to work for a bit when Bentley was 3 months old. Those first days of school are always exhausting and hectic, but throwing in some sleep deprivation, pumping four times a day at work and this crazy class I'm taking and I just felt pulled in too many directions at once. By the time I got home at night my chest felt tight and I desperately wanted just a few minutes to myself. Instead I got Fynn melting down because she didn't nap, Bentley clinging like crazy because he missed me, and the dog freaking out because she was alone all day.
I'm hoping this week is going to be better. That I'll get into a routine at school that allows me function better and that I can find more time at night after the kids go to bed to get both school work and grad work done.
Wish me luck!