The next few days may be stressful. I return to work on Wednesday. I am worried about getting flack from parents regarding some of the grades their children earned. I wasn’t as organized as I should have been last quarter, and I honestly, I don’t want to get called to task. I keep worrying, “Have report cards been mailed yet?”

And going back to work in general, is just not that exiting. I have enjoyed being home the past two weeks. Even though The Little One has been a handful, he brings much joy to our lives. And I love him much. Going back to work means sending him back to daycare. It means missing out on so many things….I don’t hate my job, but I have started to realize a lot of the issues that exist at that place. The incompetence. The racism. The insincerity. It was much better when I didn’t know.

I am also really stressed out about the future of my little family. Not stressed out in the-we-have-no-food-on-the-table kindof way. I should be grateful for that. I am stressed out, however, about, our future. Sometimes, I feel that we have no real vision. We are just living from day-to-day.

When the semester ended, I made a pledge to myself and to G-d that I was going to finally make a decision about what I want to do with my life. And I have. I have finally figured it out. While it does involve obtaining three to four additional degrees, I have come to terms with my ambition, and with the fact that I don’t have to do everything by tomorrow.

So, yeah, I am venting here. Trying to get it off of my chest so that I don’t put it in my stomach!

I hope to begin the New Year with a clean house (much more to be done on that front!), my bills paid, and a renewed commitment to living a good life.

Happy New Year!