It was the beginning of summer, my husband was working from home, I started working three full days, the kids transitioned from remote learning to each taking a Vlacs course, so I decided to take another crack at finishing my degree online. It sounded all so progressive, romantic even. It felt like I was pulling off something a superhuman blogging mom would do. Winning! It sucked. I thoroughly enjoyed the learning. I did not enjoy teaching myself or the logistics of the class itself. It felt like simply navigating through all the moving parts was a full time job and it occupied all my spare time and energy. Being who I am, I assumed that A. It was my fault and B. I would get better at it. Wrong! My second class just started and I was all pumped to write a paper on the failed Equal Rights Amendment when I had an epiphany. Actually no. That isn't right. I started the class, got extremely confused, panicked, doubted m...
Book reviews, (mostly YA) combined with the life musings of an empty nester.