God I’m tired.

I love my job.  I love working for the university.  I love working in the math department.  I love my bosses.  I love everything about it.

It is exhausting.  I mean the work itself isn’t.  I’m just having to spend more energy in general than I have in a long while, so I’m tired by the time I get home.  Half the time I come home and nap, before waking up and working on homework.

Homework.  Ugh.  It isn’t like the number of assignments lessens based on the amount of job work I do.  I will say this though, having the university library right across the street from my office is useful.  I have not done it yet, but once I find my rhythm and I’m no longer in as great of need of an after work nap, I fully intend to stay at the library a couple of days a week to get coursework done.

Once I’m in face to face classes I’ll be staying behind at the school anyway to go to class after work.  I work Monday-Thursday 9-3, for the most part.  Balancing the schedule of 2 adults, and 3 kids will bring some variance to that, but that is the general schedule.

I took pity on myself and dropped one of my classes this term.  I had it so I was taking to courses at once for the last 6 weeks of the term.  But until I find my rhythm and balance of work/family/school, I need to not take more than one at a time.  Usually it isn’t really an issue anyway.  The only reason I was going to be doubling up was because I took an extra 6 weeks off at the beginning of this term.  Needed it.  Don’t regret it.  I just won’t be going to school full-time this term.  And that’s fine.

My psychiatrist isn’t leery about me working to begin with.  I’m sort of healthy enough for it, but I tend to jump into the deep end thinking I can float no problem, and then end up starting to sink.  I think only taking 1 class at a time will get her to stop worrying some.

Alrighty.  Time to stop procrastinating this econ paper that refuses to write itself.  I’ll check in next Tuesday, maybe.