I am a busy woman right now. I now have two quasi-jobs, and far from finding working from home relaxing, I'm realizing that it is crazy stressful. I'm hoping that this is just a temporary thing as I adjust. Stress is exacerbated by repeated technical difficulties, which will hopefully be alleviated when my new computer arrives. Yes, I finally ordered a new computer. This one, which has served me well for nearly seven years, has finally demanded to be sent to a nice farm in the country. It's bad enough that even now, I'm not so sure that this post will ever see the proverbial light of day. My hard drive could permanently crash ANY MINUTE. So it was time.
We had a great spring vacation last week. The second grader returned to school this morning, and although he wasn't thrilled about it, he also didn't complain. He's a philosophical child. He understands that vacations are temporary. What he and I don't understand is why it is STILL no more than 50 degrees here. I'm actually craving, physically craving, warm weather. This is why I'm so cranky and complain-y today. It's also raining. What else do I have to complain about?
1. There is entirely too much chocolate in this house. No matter how hard I try to keep the Easter candy limited to moderate quantities, my mother-in-law shows up with multiple packages of chocolate eggs and bunnies. Good stuff, too; it's all Dove and Lindt and Hershey's, not bargain "how dare you call yourself chocolate" Easter candy. Ridiculous quantities of good chocolate plus stress is not a good combination.
2. School. I'll keep it brief. Poetry, blah blah, another paper due this week, blah blah blah, deconstruction, blah blah blah blah blah. And that is all I have to say about that. Except that my shit list this week is very long indeed, and M. Jacques Derrida appears right at the very top.
That is all for now. I promise that my next post will be somewhat less insufferably whiny. Bah.