can I tell ya a secret?

I was talking with my father-in-law yesterday afternoon. He was kind enough to come sit with the girls so I could take Jake to his 4 year checkup (which by the way he's perfectly healthy, a complete genius, and ready for an advanced degree in Physics - we're looking in to a volcano kit to tide home over!)

But, I digress.

We were casually talking about my upcoming classes and general back to school stuff when I confessed something.

I have thought about a PhD for a while. I always thought it might be cool to have one, but honestly never really put much effort into it beyond that. But, for some unknown reason, I decided on a whim to apply. Yes, on a whim - no more than some general searches on the Internet. I sent off all my materials and waited for a response.

I never, ever, ever thought I would actually get accepted.

Nope - actual acceptance never entered my mind. I figured I get a polite form letter saying 'thanks, but no thanks.' I'd file it away, thinking 'oh well - at least I tried.' I'd never have to actually go back to school. It was a brilliant, brilliant plan.

Then I got an acceptance letter and the universe called my bluff.

Son of a bitch!

Suddenly, I had to face the fact that not only was I accepted, but now I'd actually have to go to school - or at least come up with some killer excuse as to why I can't. I still don't have one by the way. Now I'd actually have to go back, get all knowledgeable and stuff, and actually attempt to do this. In my 30's. With 3 young kids. Living an hour away from the actual campus.

Damn you, universe! You tricked me big time.

Thanks for that.