The first semester of my fourth year is coming to a close. One more week of classes, three more assignments to hand in and then exams. My last two essays are written and I’m really happy with them. I’m working on my very last assignment.

This has been possibly the hardest few months ever. Certainly in my time as a mother and a wife. We’ve all been tired, we’ve all been sick – did you know you can have not-quite-pneumonia? The kid and I are still both spectacularly bad at sleeping. Lots of things have been pushed to the side. There have been fights and guilt. I have started fights because of my guilt.

And there have been a few times that Joe has had to convince me that this will all be worth it.

I have another semester and I’m doing all of this so I can do it all again next year. What’s the definition of insanity again?

But on December 8 I will have something to celebrate, and on December 17 I will have something to celebrate. And then I will have a couple of weeks to regroup and get set for the next big challenge.

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