whos the cry baby now?? i owe you guys a real post….

Four classes

The other day I was thinking how funny it would be to start a blog about being a single parent to a toddler while trying to get a BA, but just leave the whole blog blank because I have no time to blog and then I thought hahahahahah oh right I already to that. This lovely blog. I am so very fond of it, but it is not tumblr and it is not easy peasy reblogging.

Here I am again, a month and a half into my first semester of taking four classes and whew oh lord its kicking my butt. I’ve had this fabulous plan so far to commute to school, get everything done and come home and be a parent and go to bed early and again, hahahahahahahahaa yeah right. I try I really do, but 4 classes over 3 eats so much time out of the day and I am SPRINTING through the day, desperately trying to do my library time, eat something for lunch that isn’t instant noodles (so far the best I am doing is instant noodles with kale) and get to the gym. 

The time I have with Beanie during the week sometimes feels like crusts (which she still won’t eat btw)… the hard edges of the day that mostly involve routine and negotiating who is really in charge. Its meals, bedtime, getting shoes on, finding socks, forcing on a bib, picking up toys etc. This sounds like complaining, I know, and just now I remembered talking with a woman in my non traditional students program who lives on campus and is three hours away from her eight year old so that she can get her degree. So I suppose the floor cereal sweeping, endless truck book reading, “no you cant have mumma’s cellphone” times are really just so precious. 

Speaking of the Bean, toddlerhood is no joke. This girl is a language parrot, dogwalker,  a professional dancer, a cook, and class “boss lady” (her current nickname at daycare). We have been loving the warm weather (I’m sorry, I won’t call this an Indian summer, like the lady did in the waiting room at the doctors office… so ironic on Columbus day…) and have spent a lot of weekends and afternoons in the woods, walking in slow motion (backwards sometimes) crunching leaves, throwing acorns, (regrettably) destroying mushrooms and looking at the sky. Today she said “I see yaya”… the other day she said “these baba’s eggs” tomorrow she will say “mother your car sounds like a jet plane” because its true it really does. 

Okay early bed time (attempt)… I will blog I will blog I will blog. Heres a shot from the last weekend of September, we spent it in Martha’s Vineyard like a buncha snobs…

 

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