Mid-week

I've spent the past 2 days studying and running around the Suniverse trying to get stuff done.

These are the days when I don't even understand how I thought I could manage being a wife, parent, and student. I resent everyone trying to take time away from me for any little thing (Seriously, furnace guy, just fix that fucking whistling noise and go away; I don't care what makes it do that. Kid, get to drum lessons on your own. You get the idea.).

I've been doing yoga pretty regularly for the past 3 or 4 weeks, and I guess it's helped. I'm a bit calmer in general, and tend to just get agitated and mutter under my breath about thisstupidfuckinghouse and goddamnshittydrivers rather than let loose with a massively insane screech fest. So that's progress. I just have to remind myself it's baby steps.

The nice (?) thing is that my law school friends are feeling the same way. So I know it's not just me who is frantic, but I still feel like I should have my shit wrapped tight. Is that even a phrase? Because, you know, I need to be completely on top of stuff. ALWAYS.

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We went to the museum on Sunday for our anniversary, and is it wrong that the first thing we did was hit the gift shop? What? It was right there!

I really wanted to get one of these:


It's a mousepad - so cute, right? But it was $22, and I thought that was extremely outrageous for something to roll my mouse over. So I figured I'd go online and find one, which I did . . . for $22. What the hell? I mean, I get that it's cool, but seriously? $22? Isn't the point of child labor cheap merchandise?

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I'm done for the night. I may go watch some crappy t.v. Or just sit quietly and NOT think about copyright law.