I am on the floor with three Internet tabs open. On one is my application for Chapel Hill, the other is Facebook where I am chatting with some lovely moms who help keep me sane, and on the other this. All around me are lists. One is for my graduate school applications. Where things need to be sent. What things need to be sent. One is for H's graduate school applications. Same stuff as my list. The last is everything I need to do for work. I should have one for the kids should be doing.
Tonight before I go to bed, I need to:
scan into my computer: sample writing paper, CV, transcripts.
modify SOP for Duke and Chapel Hill
Work with Umberto on this Thanksgiving lapbook
Work with Camille on her final wolf project
Grade Writing Assignments for my class.
Read for the class I am sitting in on.
It makes me want to cry, or go hide, or maybe drink a beer. I am immobilized by the sheer amount of what needs to be done.
When I read that my GRE score is quite a bit lower than what Duke normally accepts, it makes me wonder if this stress is really worth it. Crippling self-doubt is the worst motivator.