I always thought that my dissertation was keeping me from enjoying my kids.
You know, because I was always thinking about it, worrying about it, feeling guilty for not spending time with it when I was with them.
If I just had more time to spend with them without the pressures of deadlines and revisions, I always thought, I would be the most awesomest stay-at-home-mom EVER.
I know it's only been one day that I have stayed at home without the shadow my dissertation, but so far, I am not the June Cleaver I thought I'd be. More like Peg Bundy. Or Roseanne.
Tomorrow, though. I have high hopes for tomorrow.
Harry asked if we could bake a pie, and I said sure. The only problem?
I don't know how to make a pie.