Things are starting to go into warp speed. In the next week, I have to finish up a big project for one class that includes a website redesign, a report, and a presentation. I have a final paper due in two weeks for my other class and I’m putting that off until I’m done with the other project. I have big stuff coming up for my job in the next two weeks as well.
Also, our car died a few weeks ago and we’re trying to figure out how to procure a new one. I wish we could just do without one, but it’s absolutely not an option. Not in this city. So, basically we’re trying to determine just how much debt we want to go into. I’m scared, frankly.
All of this is making me more than a little tense. I’m unconsciously clenching my jaw constantly, and that’s just giving me headaches and making me tired.
But in just two weeks, I can relax a little.
Of course, the crappiest part of all of this is how little time I’ve had to spend with the baby and when I have had time I’ve been either exhausted or a humongous bitch.
Last night, after he put his pajamas on, I sent him to the bathroom to brush his teeth. While he was doing that, I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes. When he was done, he came in and crawled onto the bed with me.
“Are you sad?” he asked.
“No, I’m just tired, buddy.”
He reached over and rubbed my back and then kissed me on the forehead. I looked at him and smiled.
He smiled back, then said, “Your eyes look like the ocean.”
“So do yours.”