Tired, so tired. I wanted so badly to stay in bed today. But Dad and E were over here most of the day putting drywall up where the wall and soffit were in the kitchen. I can’t very well just lounge around while they are here working so hard. The finishing guy (C’s brother in law, or would be if her sister ever stops having babies and marries this guy) is coming over tonight and I still won’t be able to just… be.
I’m debating on dropping the grad class I’m supposed to take this semester. It’s taught by
the same teacher who made me write a final a week after my baby died. Also, there is a woman who I know will be in the class who is due 3 days before I was due. I’m not sure I can look at the two of them all semester long. It just sounds like undue pain to me. And who really cares about classes when all I can think about is what happened to my baby and keeping my sanity. On the other hand, I’m pretty sure that if I don’t continue with classes, I won’t ever go back.
Back to school tomorrow. I know I’ll survive it but I really don’t want to go. It all seems so soul suckingly exhausting.