Peace Right Here

Tomorrow is the last day of the semester, and while I still technically have projects that are unfinished, they aren't due until a little bit later.
Since I've been looking forward to the 16th, as the last day of school, for several weeks now, I'm going to go ahead and celebrate.  In the last week and a half I've written three major papers, taken three finals, and given one presentation.
My books are already starting to arrive for the spring semester.  It makes me a little bit nauseous just to think about them.
Not like I'm big on lying anyway, but, I'm not gonna lie, you guys....this semester was hard. Seriously hard.
Aside from the Latin class, the material wasn't any harder than my first semester.  In some ways, it was easier.
The difference? Oh man. JuJu's half day kindergarten very nearly killed us both.  At the beginning of the semester I thought it was going to kill us because neither one of us could get our rhythm.  As the semester wore on I started to get a little panicky about not finding a rhythm.  And by panicky I mean having to double my "let's not freak out today" meds.  That kind of panicky. It wasn't until the end of the semester that I realized that not finding a rhythm meant more than just wonky days and messed up schedules: not having a rhythm takes an emotional toll on you.
I've had to step back from the edge of "perhaps grad school isn't the right thing" more than once.  And more times than I care to count I've had to talk JuJu down from another meltdown over "Mommy has to leave for school"
It wouldn't take much more, I don't think, for me to want to do nothing but curl up in a ball in the corner and ask that everyone go away.  But as it is, tomorrow is December 16th and my head is full of things I want to do and make with my family.  I promised JuJu I would take her ice-skating.
And man oh man, I can hardly wait.