Today is Josh’s first day of actual class. Last week was just inprocessing, meeting faculty, and several lectures per day about “if you don’t study, you will FAIL”.
It’s kind of hard to believe we’re already here. It feels like it’s been such a long time coming, but somehow also came too quickly. I’m not sure I’m ready for everything that’s about to be thrown at me. For the next 16 (really the next 30ish) months, I’m the one who has to keep it all together, mostly by myself. So hooray for that.
Last night was the first taste of how things are going to be — after the boys went to bed, Josh went into his office to start pre-reading and I was alone all night. Now, don’t get me wrong, I usually love some alone time. I’m very much an introvert, and need time alone to recharge a bit. But thinking about that being how things will be for the next 16 months? Depressing. I definitely had my cranky pants on, we’ll leave it at that.
This morning though, I woke up and told myself to just get it together. This is life, this is what we’re committed to right now. And dang it, I am going to ROCK it. It’s going to suck, don’t get me wrong, but it’s only 16 months. For perspective, we’ve already been in this forsaken hell-hole for one month. And that flew by. We’ve got this. (More on my feelings about Texas in a later post, I’m sure.)
So, yeah. This is me, putting on my big-girl-panties and sucking it up. For today. Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s an almost-2 year old down the hall alternately hollering “mommy…. daddy… mommy… daddy…” who is about to (scratch that, just did) wake his brother.