Navel gazing to the max

It has been one of those unraveling types of weeks. I got to today, looked down at my feet and there pretty much was my life transformed into piles of metaphorical thread. What is a girl to do other than lament to her husband that she could really do without the "job" bit of her life.  He of course countered with the riposte that he too could do without the pesky job bit of his life but that like gravity it was a given and not going anywhere for either of them. I guess I brought this on myself. If I hadn't have done so darn well in last summers exams I might have had some wiggle room. But I did and I don't.

I slash we have a plan. A five year type of a plan that sees us: moving cities, starting a family (Gaius has a nice tyrannical ring to it) and most importantly for me getting a first and learning Latin (the language bit isn't compulsory for Alex). With these future accomplishments under my belt, graduate school and a hopefully slightly more cerebral sort of a life will be on the cards (though not without a decades worth of hard slog - I swear the studying and homework will never end). It looks as if we are going to have another year to eighteen months in NY; which is fine as long as I keep reminding myself that what I am doing now is not what I will be doing forever and that hopefully there will be a hard stop to the relentless juggling.

I must put an end to this self indulgent whining as I have much to get done tonight so I can watch CSI at nine and see what type of job Liev Schreiber does filling Gil's shoes.