It's Saturday night.
I spent the morning trying to learn Texas Real Property, which, to paraphrase my Evidence professor, is like trying to nail Jell-O to the wall.
Then I take the kids to the Y with the wife after the Apple takes a nap. We get done there, buy some dinner (Chinese at Empress Chinese on Long Point - try it, good stuff, good price), get home and eat with the family, all the while trying to not yell at my children because - and follow me closely here - they were acting like children.
After dinner, I had parenting I could have done. I had laundry I could have done. I had dishes I could have done. Most importantly, I had studying I SHOULD have done. Did I do any of that? No. I went to my room, turned on Scrubs, and proceeded to watch the rest of Season 3 on DVD. The whole time I was watching it, I knew I should be getting up, but I couldn't.
I didn't leave the room until about 20 minutes ago to see if the Tooth Fairy had left a Susan B. Anthony dollar for the Princess, who lost her first tooth today, and to get myself some water.
I'm rather upset with myself right now. I can justify absentee parenting when I'm studying, and I can justify not studying when I'm parenting. But I did neither. I sat in a bed, in a room, while my wife took care of everything else. She doesn't deserve that. I need to make use of the time she's giving me to study, so that I can get my 675. Scrubs won't help that.
The funny thing is, I couldn't even really enjoy the show, because I knew I was wasting time, and that was 4 hours of studying I'm not going to get back. I promised myself yesterday I was going to take it light today, but I should have done more than just 4 hours of Real Property essays.
But, it's too late to undo that now. Tomorrow, back to the grind; estates and guardianships, Con Law, and Crim Pro, and Texas Civil Procedure. Wish us luck.