I runs through my head more times than I dare count every single day.

I spend every chance I can reading. When I’m not reading for class, I feel guilty. Even when I take time to snuggle with the kid. When I let her have a break to watch TV, she likes me to cuddle up with her. I think, “Gawd, I need to read!” But I snuggle. AND I LOVE IT!

I hate that being a PhD student makes me resent the time I want to spend with friends & family. Or hesitate when the kid wants to spend time with me.

I hate that I have a stack of books mocking me. I feel like I can hear them saying, “We’re way more exciting that dumb journal article!” And sometimes they are correct. Sometimes, not so much.

I had to get that out of my head, so I have room for the other stuff.

Back to our regularly scheduled Saturday afternoon.