Gone and done it...

Well, it's official. I think I've really done it this time. When even the professors hear about the classes you're taking and their response is a slack-jawed stare, it's a definite sign you didnt step in it. You have thrown yourself to the floor and gleefully rolled around in it. The first class this semester the professor spent the first hour explaining in detail how this class was going to be hell. The other two classes... well I don't even want to think about that right now,

On the bright side I quit my job. (I'm saying on the bright side, but honestly that's just to help control my racing heart and rapid breathing that is quickly approaching a full meltdown at merely uttering that statement out loud.)

I have also moved to closer to school. Sort of.  I live half in one town, half in another two hours away. With one foot in my old life and one foot in the new, "stressed" doesn't even BEGIN to cover what I'm feeling.

Then there's the legal issues. I'm  getting sole custody of my son. (YAY!) However, until that is fully signed and sealed, I'm still here spinning my wheels.

So here I am. A grad student that is overwhelmed by classes the first week. A nomad with no real home. A single mother with no income.

Yeah, I've really gone and done it this time.

Pray for me, cause I'm pretty sure divine intervention is what it's going to take at this point...