Adding Student to the Mix

I just finished my first week as teacher/student*/mom/chauffeur/wife/housekeeper. Granted, there have been a couple other times when I have been most of these, but the kicker is trying to be the first three at the same time, especially when the first week of being a student again came at during the last week of a quarter for a teacher.

I hate not having my grades done when the quarter ends, and while I'm very, very close, and technically still have a day or two to get finished, I really like to have them done and not have to use those couple of days.

I also really don't work well last minute. Some people thrive under the pressure of procrastination - I just go nuts. I like knowing that something is done before it HAS to be done. Add the fact that I'm prepping a couple of new units at this same time, and needless to say I figured out a couple of things with the whole wear six capes at the same time deal.

1. This is going to be a balancing act.
2. I won't have much time at all to waste.
3. I really have to fight to get leisure reading time in.
4. Somehow blogging time fits in well - especially when I have another poem to write.

But most important

I have an AMAZING husband.

My classes are such that I just have to actually attend on campus twice a week - Mondays from 4-7 and Thursdays from 7-10, and the Thursday class is only meeting through February - all the rest of the work is done online.

Enoch has graciously agreed to pick up the kids from school on Mondays so I don't have to drive like a crazy woman to pick them up, drop them off and get back into town between 3:15 and 3:45 and did a great job getting them fed, homework done and in pajamas for when I got home.

Then, on Thursdays, he bathes them and puts them in bed. But get this. On Thursday, he didn't have a full day of work, so he cleaned the kitchen, plowed through the dust we now measure in centimeters that surrounded all the electronic equipment and fixed it so that maybe, just maybe, we can keep some of it from being slathered in dust.

Sure, you think that is good, but wait.

When I got home just after 10 Thursday night, Enoch was sitting in the living room, watching golf and surrounded by piles of clothes...ALL FOLDED. Yes, my amazing spouse folded all the clothes that needed to be - not a task I enjoy at all. It completely made my day.

So begins the journeys of a crazy woman putting too much on my plate, again. Stay tuned to watch the different degrees of craziness unfold before your very eyes. :)

*If you were wondering, I'm taking a Creative Writing class, the Introductory Master's Thesis class and School Law.