Getting things accomplished...

I have a bad habit of wanting to curl into a little ball.  This goes back to my college days when I first was diagnosed with dysthymia - and has reoccurred throughout my life since.  When things become too overwhelming, I shut down.  

This happened to me this morning.  I got the girls off to the school bus (I had Emily because her mom had to be at work early this morning) and then, rather than my usual head straight to school routine, I went home and went back to bed ... supposedly for 20 minutes, really for about two and a half hours.  

I was meant to be in class this morning; I had to work on the thesis today; I have homework due for Linguistics tomorrow; I need to rectify my residency status with the university; I have to get paperwork to Pearson in the next few days; etc etc etc.  With all this looming, I shut down and slept.  I guess it's my coping mechanism.

At two this afternoon, I motivated myself to get showered and dressed and to start getting stuff done.  By the time I picked Alex and Emily up from school, I'd taken care of my car issues and gotten my proof of voter registration.  From there we made a couple of stops on the way home which resulted in all the paperwork being submitted for my residency status to be cleared up.  Mail was sent; packages were picked up.  

I'm about to sit down and hammer out the linguistics homework now - while the girls (I still have Emily - her mom ran into a situation at the hospital and is staying late) are laying in bed, reading books.  In about 20 minutes, they will be told to sleep and I will finish up that homework (there's still an issue with one of the problems, but I won't be able to deal with that until tomorrow before class, really).  

I know I won't have all the revisions on my thesis done for tomorrow.  However, I want to have some of the major ones addressed and be able to talk competently with my advisor by tomorrow morning at 8am.  Good luck to me on that one, yes.  I need to get the thing over and done with, though.  No more curling into a little ball - the thesis is hanging over my head and I'm frankly sick of it.  

I have a plan.  It may involve not sleeping until tomorrow night, but it's a plan nonetheless.  

Alexandra and Emily may be bearing the brunt of my going off the deep end today - but I did get them ice cream cones tonight after dinner...  that's something, right?