As we drove back downtown after getting our teen-vampire-drama movie fix, my friend M asked me, “What do you want to do when the kids go to school?” I think I spent a good five minutes dancing around the question before finally admitting that I don’t know. This is the type of question that really throws me for a loop. Right now as I write, my toddler old is squatting and grunting in front of me as he takes his morning constitution, and the older one is playing with an empty Speyburn can.. loudly. I can’t really picture my life differently, or rather I don’t want to. It saddens me…

I can’t roll my Rs due to being tongue tied, so when I want to make that sound I have to gurgle which ends up sounding like like Garrrrrrr. Really awesome, no? So part of the gig of being wife/mom/professor/extreme hobbiest is that I can get easily overwhelmed. I’ve been having recurring dreams that I have returned to high school and can’t figure out what classes I am supposed to be taking. Not only that, but I’m two months into the semester and haven’t done any work. The dreams are beginning to evolve where I am aware I already have my PhD and have nothing left to prove to the…