Walking Backwards

I got all of my school-work done today about fifteen minutes before I left for class. This week has been difficult; I had two exams, two papers, one quiz, and an insane amount of reading to do. Because of all of this work, I have put everything else in my life on the back burner, including my son. I am so remorseful about this. School registration for the summer is about to begin, but I don't know if I want to enroll because I feel like the involvement that I need for school is taking away from the involvement I want to have with my son. Admittedly, most weeks are not this bad, but they do happen, and I know that I am missing out on a lot even when the work load is not overwhelming. I also miss having a life when I get home. All of my free-time is spent either with homework or catching up on my sorely neglected housework/laundry. I really mean all of it, too. This writing in my journal is the only thing today that I have done that has not been about school, providing for Nicholas' basic needs, or housework. I know that sacrifices have to be made to get this, and I'm willing to lose all of my individual freedoms for this, but I don't want to make my son suffer for my ambitions. I have to wonder how most people can handle these decisions. There aren't any parents of toddlers in my classes, so I have no way of reconciling my decisions with the decisions of others. I just am wondering at this point if what I am missing out on is worth what I am gaining back from it.