On purpose, no less. My stress over my math class has gotten so high that I yelled at my entire family between last night and this morning. I’m trying to convince myself to go to class over a bowl of frosted miniwheats and a can of diet dew, even though I am already 20 minutes late.
The math class just drives me insane. I am working my butt off for this class. I do homework every night until I am forced to take my contacts out and go to bed due to the eye-strain. I can’t take an hour out of my evening to make sure that my kids get their homework done, and I won’t bore you with how this is affecting my relationship with my husband. (Feel free to ask my husband if this is an exaggeration, he’ll tell you that it’s not.) Suffice it to say that other than Friday nights where I make a hole in my schedule for math, and Saturdays when one of the Dave’s runs their game… I have no life outside of math.… [Read More] “Late to Math”