I currently have the crazy ass schedule of working full time, being a single mom without the every other weekend clause and going to school full time working on my MBA. Yes folks, you read that right, there is NO break in Jay-Lee's life. Once upon a time (all fairy tales start that way) I did have the every other weekend deal, but I think I lost that somewhere while I was working on my BA. Eh, Sith Lords, what can you do with them, right?
Back to the school thing, lately I have been having the most humbling experience of (gasp) failing. This is a completely new concept for me. Not that I haven't failed at things before, because I have....PLENTY. But those were usually relationship based. School, not so much. Right now I'm wondering if I should be doing this. I want to drop out. Here I am, 6 classes from finishing and I want to stop. Sounds crazy....well maybe I am.
I know I'm tired. I broke down the other night when I was up at 0130 and still not done with the homework I had been struggling with since 1600 that afternoon. I just don't know if I have another 6 classes left in me with everything else going on.
Right now I'm crossing my fingers that I don't fail this week's test too. If I do I'm going to have to drop the class, a first for me. It will mess up a great many things including graduation. I've never not been able to pull the rabbit out of my hat, this time I think the rabbit has run away...I guess we'll see what happens.