Shew... Glad this week is over. It's been nuts, for every reason and no reason. I feel like I'm balancing at the apex of a steep little triangle (oh, hi RTI slipping into my every thought again). I'm trying to balance everything. You know, the same old list. Internship. Dissertation. Parenting. Staying on top of laundry at least enough that Jonathan has clean if not wrinkled work pants and I have underwear. Keeping the animals fed and pooping outside rather than inside. Eating with some semblance of care for the wee one trying to grow in there...
I succeeded at some of these things this week.
Others, not so much.
Something has to give, and generally the first thing to go is Chelsea's sanity. So today the only way I could explain it to Jonathan was by relaying this brilliant quote from Tina Fey's Bossypants, which pretty much sums up my life right now (mild profanity warning for the faint of heart... come on, it's Tina Fey):
What is the worst question you can ask a woman? "How old are you?" "What do you weigh?" "When you and your twin sister are alone with Mr. Hefner, do you have to pretend to be lesbians?" No, the worst question is "How do you juggle it all?"
"How do you juggle it all?" people constantly ask me, with an accusatory look in their eyes.
"You're fucking it all up, aren't you?" their eyes say.
And sometimes, the answer to that is probably yes.
Here's to a better next week!
I succeeded at some of these things this week.
Others, not so much.
Something has to give, and generally the first thing to go is Chelsea's sanity. So today the only way I could explain it to Jonathan was by relaying this brilliant quote from Tina Fey's Bossypants, which pretty much sums up my life right now (mild profanity warning for the faint of heart... come on, it's Tina Fey):
What is the worst question you can ask a woman? "How old are you?" "What do you weigh?" "When you and your twin sister are alone with Mr. Hefner, do you have to pretend to be lesbians?" No, the worst question is "How do you juggle it all?"
"How do you juggle it all?" people constantly ask me, with an accusatory look in their eyes.
"You're fucking it all up, aren't you?" their eyes say.
And sometimes, the answer to that is probably yes.
Here's to a better next week!
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