Chaos

That single word describes my life this past semester. That and guilt. I've felt a lot of guilt about various things this semester. Suffice to say, teaching 3 classes while having an infant and a pre-schooler (oh, and a house and a husband) has been much more difficult than I would have ever imagined. I was thinking this morning (at 5:45 when Bear woke up for the day) that I've somehow managed to go a lot accomplished.

• I've sent out 34 job applications, and I have about 6 more to send out in the next 3 weeks.
• I've graded, on average, 40 papers a week.
• I've prepped lessons for 3 classes.
• I've written paper prompts, quizzes, and exams for 3 classes.
• I've managed to keep the house reasonably clean with lots of help from C.
• I've managed to continue nursing Bear, although I've logged in a lot of time at my breast pump (although I haven't written about it, this has been a major worry of mine).
• C and I have managed to keep both Bear and Wild Man from getting sick the entire semester, aside from a minor eye infection that Bear had in October.
• I attended a major conference in my field.
• I've kept up with office hours.
• C and I have managed to cook relatively nutritious dinners 5 nights out of 7.
• We've actually attended a few social events, and while C's family was here, we even managed to go out to lunch just the two of us.

When I see that all in writing, I know why I'm tired. The semester ends on the 8th, and I am so looking forward to a break, albeit a short one, as the Winter term starts on January 4th. I plan to spend one whole day in my pajamas just hanging out with my guys.