Last night I started a course. It’s been a while since I’ve committed myself to doing something that involves after hours participation and work and I think the shock of this commitment is slowly catching up with me.

The course – in digital strategy – sounds really interesting and I’ll learn lots but there’s going to be a bit more work than I realised. The bummer is working in a group which is usually fraught with personalities but we’ll get there in the end I hope. It’s only 11 weeks worth but there’s a fair amount of assessment involved, and even an exam.

Attending this course means that I had to find childcare – which I was lucky enough to do – and I have to rush home from work, pick the kid up, feed myself, make sure he’s got all his bits to take to the babysitter (including his dinner), drop him off then drive back to near where I work to get to the course. I feel puffed just typing that. Then I have to pick him up afterwards, wake him up and get him out to the car. Unfortunately I can’t just carry him anymore but once he’s walking it’s easy. It’s just the waking up bit that’s hard.

I’ve already started my homework as I work better doing things in dribs and drabs. I’ve also created my first Google group so our group can communicate and have a place to keep our work. It’s private – so no spying!

There’s heaps of other stuff happening too, some of which I’ve alluded to ever so slightly around here and on my twitter/plurk sites, and my brain’s all over the place.

Now I’m signing off and going to watch some tv to drain the brain a bit.