I’m 2 1/2 weeks into the semester and I’m going at full-speed. There have been moments this week when I’ve felt like I could fall over from fatigue. I’ve done homework every night after the kids have gone to bed, with the exception of last night. I had my hair cut and colored this week and had a textbook and notebook on my lap while I was under the dryer. I bring textbooks with me when I bring my kids to appointments or activities. I read in my van while waiting for them to get out of school. I don’t really stop much. I am constantly working on some schoolwork. That’s ok. That’s what I signed up for.
I love it, but I’m tired. I don’t expect to rest much until December when winter break begins. It begins on December 20th for me, since my last final is the 19th.. I’m sleeping in that day (Sweetie, consider yourself warned!) and I can’t wait.
This has been an adjustment. I realized this morning that I haven’t been near the washer or dryer since Sunday. I used to do laundry every day. Now I cram it all into the weekend. Fortunately, we now have enough clothing to get us through the week. There was a time when the boys were growing and the seasons were changing when we just didn’t have enough and I had to do it mid-week for them.
I also tend to vacuum more in the morning at 7am, instead of later in the day. I clean the bathroom at weird times instead of on a schedule. I do it when I realize I have a few extra minutes to wipe everything down.
I also must give credit to my husband. I could not do this without him. He’s a saint. He takes the kids to school three times a week, although this week he took them an extra day to make that particular day easier for me. He doesn’t complain when I have to do homework at night. Don’t forget, we haven’t been married that long and we really do enjoy spending time together. 🙂 He got them Tuesday night from after-school care so I could go to “Meet the Teacher” night at their school. He made dinner that night and went over their homework with them. It was a long day for all of us. I left the house at 7:30 a.m. and didn’t return until 12 hours later.
One of my classes is harder for me than the others and I have been unsure of some things in it, so I met with the professor this morning at 7:30. He gave me some feedback and info and asked if I could work on some aspects of my research paper (not due until November 2nd) this weekend and meet with him again Monday morning. He will give me more feedback, which will ultimately help my paper and help me receive a better grade. Great, but ughh! I called my husband after my classes today and told him about the meeting. The morning routine can sometimes stink and I feel like I’m leaving him hanging to get everyone out the door. That is my perception, but the reality is that my husband handles it all just fine. Mornings are generally ok in our house because we have a strict routine, but I feel bad. Instead my husband said, “Amy, do what you need to do. It’s not a big deal. If this is going to help your grades, do it.”
I feel very fortunate to be part of a great team with my husband. When I get through the semester, I will share my successes with him. When I receive the degree that I am working so hard towards, I will receive it knowing that I share the success with him. I will know that, while I did the work, it could not have been done without him. Balancing a family and a full-time college schedule is daunting. I’m grateful that my husband helps me and I’m glad I’m showing my kids that hard work pays off.