Last week was hella busy for me. In between the hours of taking or dropping off K and NYEBoy at their respective places, work or school, A and I ran a shit ton of errands to help get things aligned for me to go to school. This week, I'm trying to take a breather to give myself the proper time to study for the CPT. As reality seems to do, it's hitting me in the face. I'll be going to school in just a few weeks, for four years. The next four years of my life are going to be filled with studying, tests, and papers on top of the crew and housework that come along with them.
Although I know in my heart now is the time to go to school, I can't help but feel a slight twinge that I'm doing this all because I can't have kids-now. I've never been, nor will I ever, be one of those people who loves school and a big fancy career. At the end of the day, my dream job is motherhood.
I know this is the right thing and now is the right time, but it still sucks a little bit. I just hope by the fall I won't feel this way and maybe a year from now I'll feel even better.