schizophrenia

oh what can we say about our life these days except that we're starting to feel like a little bit of a superhero these days what with the alter-ego/double-life thing we have going. each day we spend hours teaching our third and fourth graders how to divide, count money and round numbers, followed by hours of sitting in our grad school classes...

but then the night falls and we wind up at one of the seven sisters during the week, followed by a healthy (or not so healthy) dose of rock and roll fridays, gbh, and some party named after some pulp song or something. and its getting a little out of control - we're getting distracted enough by cute hipster gay boys to leave a bar without closing a tab, in trouble enough with straight girls with boyfriends that a rule had to be created and enforced, busy enough with good friends that we can't even bother to speak anymore but have reduced our language down to a series of gutteral responses, and out and about enough that we're now receiving bottle service...

the good news? we wouldn't change a damned thing about my life right now. love what we do during those daylight hours so much that when our alarm goes off at 6:15 we practically hop out of bed (actually we did hop out of bed the other day with such enthusiasm that we have a huge bruise on our knee)...

and as for our nights? lets just put it this way, those babysteps are beginning to pay off...