I distinctly remember taking my last final of finals week in college and thinking "I'm done with this week forever! I never have to take another final again!"
Turns out finals week wasn't done with me. For the last six years, my husband has been in a rigorous engineering undergrad and graduate program. I don't understand why people become engineers. It is SO MUCH WORK! My husband isn't around much to start due to his workload, but this week (Stop week, the week before finals, the week everything is due) and next week are really rough. He's not here, which means I am in charge of everything - picking up kids, bathing kids, feeding kids, getting kids to bed, getting kids out of bed, laundry, cooking, cleaning - all by myself. This combined with the fact that this is one of the roughest times of year at MY job, and the fact that our daycare has been unavailable lately, has made this one super stressful week. My house is a wreck. I'm pretty sure there's a load in the washer from the weekend. That's right.
But yesterday I came home to a clean house. I walked out and walked in again, certain I was seeing things. Nope. I immediately called my husband, who hadn't even come home the night before until 4 AM. He said he ran home after class to shower and change and just took about a half hour to pick up around the house. He needed a change of tasks, so he just took care of it. He also said the Internet was out at the church (where he'd been studying) so he was coming home! Yay! We had about an hour together as a family and ate a home cooked meal before he hit the books again. It was the refresher I needed.
He is done in 5 days. I am done in 12. We can do this.
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