Somwhere long ago, maybe in Miss Piggy's Guide to Life (which I read about 168 times when I was in junior high -- hours of my life that I will never get back), I read about a fishous circle. It's when you go around like a fish in a bowl, thinking the same sequence of thoughts again and again. That's where I am. It's not vicious, exactly, because it doesn't get any worse, but it's not pleasant either.
I don't know when I have ever felt so worn out by the things I need to get done for this program. ->
Oh, sure you do, just remember [pick yer crazy season and fill in the blank]. ->
This has been a long crazy haul, trying to get this degree. ->
What have I been thinking, exactly? ->
What am I thinking now, if I am planning to apply for that job? ->
Oh, rats, what is the baby doing now? OH NO! ->
I don't know when I have ever felt so worn out by the... [repeat ad nauseam]
I have always said that the hardest part of mothering, of all the parts I've done so far, is the window between 9 and 18 months when they have great mobility and no sense whatsoever. You just forget how intense it is when you don't have an actual child that age.
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