Friday, January 29, 2016

Hello there, friend,

This was the first week of the semester for my husband, who is now fully immersed in his nursing program and in class twelve hours a week. We have been dreading this week for over a month. It means he's gone almost every morning before the kids get up, and gone most days and often overnight for work. And so I am here holding down the fort in between, juggling kids' schedules and my own work, and trying to not demand too much of my husband when he's home.

This was the first week, and we did pretty well. We made a plan for taco Tuesdays and game night every week. We decided Fridays would be family time at the Y. The kids have asked often where Daddy is, and they are having to adjust: Daddy is at school, Daddy is at work. And though this is only the first week and we still have fifteen more to go, I feel like we're going to be okay. I'm taking it a day at a time, prioritizing rest, giving extra hugs and kisses.

If there's one thing I know, it's that love really does cover a multitude of sins, even when I yell or get impatient or can't handle things. I'm going to rest in that as the next weeks get more intense. (And I might need a reminder or two, if you don't mind.)