Right in the midst of the annual end of the school year, feel like a loser, didn't do enough, my children will be academic idiots, it's all my fault, we'll be doing algebra all summer, blah blah blah, etc., ad nauseum . . .
really, this happens every year, and you'd think I'd see it coming, but noooooo, it hits me like a something really heavy upside the head. Sheesh. The aforementioned hormone issue (posted below) probably doesn't help, but I digress.
Last night, we watched a PBS thing about people who are doing various animal studies, which in all fairness was interesting (because I AM that nerdy). But honestly, when faced (once again) with the "What's the point of it all? What's the meaning of life?" question, I feel confident in saying, that at least for me, it is NOT having over 4000 hours of prairie grouse calls on tape . . . and oddly, that was enough consolation for the moment.
one last ugh for good measure.