I need to vent.
I'm having a really ****ty week. Its the end of the semester, which is always stressful but this one has been exceedingly rough. All I want to do is sleep for like a week. I've applied for I think 7 fellowships and was rejected by 6 of them. I should find out about the 7th tomorrow. I just found out this afternoon that the grant I submitted was also rejected. I feel rejected. If I don't get this last fellowship, we're in trouble. DH's funding was just significantly reduced and we won't be able to afford daycare on one tiny grad student stipend. So, I'd have to either drop out and get a job or stay home with Teagan until DH finishes up. I'm so damn grumpy. Much less deserving students are fully funded. I've been dealt a ****ty hand. :mad:
On top of all the financial and academic business, home life is rough lately. My house is a complete mess, Teagan is teething hardcore, and DH is so distant. He's constantly complaining about how little sex we have. It doesn't help to simply tell him I'm exhausted and need a bit more intimacy than "hey, let's do it real quick". I feel like sex is just one more job I'm failing at, which it shouldn't feel like at all. I'm happier ignoring the issue until things calm down but DH is not.
OK, vent over. Back to pretending I have my life in control. Perhaps I'll feel better if I spend the next ten minutes chucking acorns at undergrads on the mall.