Must de-lurk to say hey!
I'm back in school this semester to finish my (cultural) anth BA. Unfortunately, it is really kicking me hard, and the adjustment to school-as-major-priority is not going well for me. I stuck my homeschooled babies into school so I could make it happen, but it's still sucking me dry and I'm a major caffeine junkie.
I'm telling myself 'one semester at a time', like I'm in AA or something. But my work is crap and I'm faking it to make it, for sure. I am really, really not feeling the pull in so many different directions. I want to quit, but then I'd be miserable, too. Waaahhh. I wish I had signed up half-time, that would have made more sense, but I want to graduate, dammit!
My baby-daddy has an anth BA and manages to keep us alive financially as a shovel bum, but it's not glorious. I tell my fellow classmates that if you want to do that route, you might consider buying an RV and mating with a fellow shovel bum. You can rad unschool the kids by following each other around and alternating jobs, so everyone keeps their brain sharp and is never far from their babies for long. I'm not into the archaeo aspect of things so much, I'm fully intending to incorporate my DIY childbirth ambitions into a senior project and beyond. As late as last month I figured I'd go to grad school soon, but now I don't even want to think about it until my kids are grown.
I miss my babies just being in class two nights a week. I feel so torn, like my intellectual needs are at war with my instinctual needs to care for my offspring.