Life at 9am
It's a little after nine on Monday morning, and I am trying to get my left foot forward to start the 5-day march.
Carissa is on my lap, still in her jammies. I have to get her changed into clothes and over to daycare by 10 so I have time enough to get to work. We sometimes watch cartoons, like old Bugs Bunny ones.
I've lost my weekly actuary study rhythm since the shift change. Instead of a 3-hour study period once a week, I should be switching to getting in some small morning sessions, but right now I'm not getting any, and that is frustrating.
Carissa is on my lap, still in her jammies. I have to get her changed into clothes and over to daycare by 10 so I have time enough to get to work. We sometimes watch cartoons, like old Bugs Bunny ones.
I've lost my weekly actuary study rhythm since the shift change. Instead of a 3-hour study period once a week, I should be switching to getting in some small morning sessions, but right now I'm not getting any, and that is frustrating.