"Let us see how Squirt does, flying solo..."
(oh how we adore Crush)
i am not cut out for this solo mum lark.
BD drove six hours across the island on sunday for a uni contact course and we are not seeing him 'til froiday - three sleeps down, two to go.
my uni lectures are still on this week and i have two and a half assignments due - but it's clashing with the kids' second week of school hols - can you spell r-e-m-o-t-e-c-o-n-t-r-o-l-l-e-d-p-a-r-e-n-t-i-n-g?
i'm not very good at it, this solo juggling act. there is no one to say "SHOTGUN NOT!" to - i am the one locking the doors and remembering that it's rubbish day and saying yes or no (mostly trying to say yes) to every kid request - while trying to research three different artists and produce the A+ art journal.
why so conscienscious/conscientious?
even my spelling is taking a dive. egads.
am now thinking: can we please just go with the first essay result and flag writing any others?
oh and i have a new theory about weight loss and studying - i think it's because my heart is permanently beating faster than normal.
i am finding myself longing for the daze when my biggest concerns were getting the washing dry and what's for dinner and which beach shall we hang out on this froiday.
"Dude? Dude? Focus dude... Dude?"
i fink i needa hug. or the EAC.