Quit Hacking Me

I know I have been absolutely horrible about posting, but something surprised me yesterday when I got an email from WordPress saying someone had requested to change my password. Why anyone would want to hack my silly little blog about dogs and cats and coffeeshop customers and a new baby is beyond me. But it’s shitty.

Right now I’m just trying to keep my sanity. I’m working a day here and there at the shop, mostly weekends since that’s what Charlie has off. I’m getting about 16 hours this weekend. I’m trying to balance school, work, a relationship, and an infant. Luckily, the only thing I get in large doses in the babe, but I’m having a really difficult time staying focused in school. I’ve been bitching for a couple of years that my GPA has been sliding into the not-getting-in-to-a-good-grad-school-program territory but this semester has made it clear that I shouldn’t keep my hopes up. Of course, there’s always the personal statement to try and explain why I couldn’t keep up with a simple online psychology course, and why I ended up with a C in a feminism in art class that should’ve been cake. But I don’t know if, after all these years in school, I even want to pursue a Master’s. God forbid worrying about a Ph.D.

I know I don’t want to just stay home and pop out babies, but I know that I don’t have the energy to try “too hard” in school, which means possibly putting my career plans on hold and doing “something else” in the meantime. I only have two more semesters after this, and that’s dragging it out, and I’m not sure I’m going to worry all that much about excelling. It sucks because I’ve got two math courses, a foreign language, my capstone seminar, and one elective, none of which are probably going to be all that much fun for me.

We’re only in week 5 or 6 out of 16 (or is it less?) for this semester, so perhaps I’ll get in the swing of things. But as it stands, I have a hard enough time just getting a load of laundry in the washer during one of the baby’s 15 minute naps, let alone trying to sit down and read 40 pages of textbook in peace, or getting a paper written.

Oh, well. Eff it.

Here’s another photo of the baby.