Existential Crisis Mode

Everything is really stressful right now.  Two grading period (little and big kids) are ending soon; we are doing midterms next week for the middle kids, field trips for the little kids, and normal school for the oldest kids; my big kids have a huge research paper due sometime next week.  I don't know when it's due anymore because I can no longer be physically present the day it's due.  Because of little kid field trips.  And while I like field trips, I'm tired, anxious, and stressed out.  And I don't even have to write or proctor an exam!

So this makes me think several things.

One.  A goat farm is sounding more and more appealing by the day.

Two.  Aside from goat farming, what else could I do in life?  I really don't know anymore.

Three.  Bake.  I shall bake.

This last week, I made lemon bars, more bread, four types of candy (orange-glazed pecans, chocolate covered orange peels, chocolate peanut clusters, and espresso toffee), a triple-layer vanilla buttermilk cake with raspberry preserves in between the layers, blueberry lemon scones, peanut butter, a key lime pie, and blueberry buttermilk pancakes.

I'm concerned my coping mechanism will kill me.  Or my coworkers.  See, if I partially owned and operated a goat farm, I could sell my pastries in our adorable farm cafe.  Obvi.  In the meantime, I'll just keep making things and looking for happiness.