or I’ve come to a realization, is a more accurate statement.

I?
Am not goddamn Superwoman, no matter what my fucking last name happens to be.

I cannot:
do 18 hours of school
raise a child
get good grades
keep house
and try to maintain a contact with the people that I truly love
all at the same time.

Something’s gotta give. And I will be good and goddamned if it will be anything from “ool” on down.

So. I am dropping a class. I struggled with this alot. I talked about it with Mister Man. I kept telling myself that I could do anything that I put my mind to. That I am an extremely capable person. Meanwhile, I can see things going neglected;all of it in the “ool” on down list.
I will be dropping one class. One.
I am sad, angry at myself, guilty and secretly relieved.

Because, already I see vistas of time opening before my startled and weary gaze. ooh! An extra six hours of my life back a week? Really, really? Ohthankyouthankyouthank, for coming to your senses! she seemed to say