Is it Tuesday Yet?

I don’t like to whine, ‘cause with McHotty’s schedule we have it pretty good. But. It’s not pretty when he has to work every fucking holiday Monday of the summer. And it doesn’t help that Cakes has decided she’s done with naps. I didn’t realize how much I depended on her naps until I lost them. A holiday Monday in the city, with no one at the park, and a toddler up at the crack of dawn is just painful. She has inherited my temper, and today we did not get along one bit. It’s only 6:15 and I just put her to bed because I can’t stand her for another second. The saddest part? She went willingly, because she is sick of me today too.

So now, I’m going to make myself a stiff cocktail, and try to salvage this never-ending day with an advance copy of the new Nino Ricci. And I’ll try to stop thinking about taking up smoking again. Seriously, I’m this close to bumming one from my neighbour.

Never Enough

As you know, I’m hoping to start working on an MA in English next year and had applied to U of T and York. I just received a letter from U of T telling me I’m on the reserve list and will find out if I’m accepted in April. I can’t believe it. I have an A average and strong references. I honestly wasn’t worried about being accepted. I just called them and learned this is the double cohort year (they cut grade 13 in Ontario 4 years ago, creating two years worth of students entering university at the same time—these students are now applying to graduate school). Also, with the pressure to accommodate this there are fewer part-time positions available. So, I’m making an appointment with the director of the program to talk about my application, though I’ll probably end up going to York (providing they offer me a place) rather than wait another year for U of T.

I’m so disappointed. I work so fucking hard and it never seems to be enough.