I used to take the weekends for granted…and why not? It was 2 whole days – 48 hours, in which to do nothing. By “nothing” I mean sleep in and enjoy a few hours of reruns on the couch while wearing my jammies. Kids ran in and out of the house, asking permission to go to this friend or that friend’s house, and I could enjoy my free time and laze about, or throw in a load of laundry, or perhaps clean the house in anticipation of friends coming over.
Those days are gone, and have been for a while. It’s been 6 months since I returned to school, and I’ve been taking classes each weekend since January. From January through May I had it easy – just a morning class from 8am til noon every other Sunday. It got me out of church twice a month and I could return home and take a nap after class. This summer, I got a bit more aggressive with my school schedule, and I’m taking a full days classes each and every Sunday, which has me in class from 8am until 5pm. There’s no time for a nap on Sunday afternoon, unless I take it in my Personnel Law class.
So just like that, I went from 1 1/2 days of leisure to a single day. I work Monday through Friday, I sleep in and enjoy my day on Saturday, and I’m back up at the crack of dawn (ok, it’s more like 7am) on Sunday morning to attend my classes. The only thing that keeps me going is the thought of being DONE with this degree in a year. Of course, I’m already thinking about continuing so I can get my M.B.A. – how nuts am I?