One semester at Ricks I took 28 credits, worked part time, and did a mini internship that made me miss a week of classes. I think I got a 3.8 or 3.9 something that semester. I graduated with an associate's when I was seventeen. I had a bachelor's when I was nineteen. (Never learned to use apostrophes, but I wasn't an English major, alright?) I led my mission in discussions taught. I was in charge of my little part of the warehouse when I was sixteen.
Not really important things, but the point is I used to be able to get things done. What is up with me these days?
I seems like it should be easier to take care of Brita and clean the house and do my projects and take care of Peter and plan my primary lessons and take care of myself.
I used to be able to multi task quite well.
Just so everybody knows that I used to be able to handle life. I did. Really. Maybe someday I'll be able to again. Maybe.
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I've wondered the same thing! About myself that is :)
Maybe when my kids are older my brain will come back with the productiveness it absconded with.
Welcome to motherhood and pregnancy. I think it will all resolve itself about the time we are too old to care any more!
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