I'm anxious about it.
Last semester was a bit rocky. I always felt like if he gave us enough attention, he was neglecting school and work. And if he attended to school enough, work and family suffered a bit.
It was a new job, he'd just gotten back after being gone all summer, and it was a lot all at once! At the end of the semester, everything came all at once and I couldn't wait for school to be over. We decided that he would only take one class this semester and, preferably, an online class.
Then I went to a meeting with our Bishop. W was home with a sick Miss M, and the Bishop counseled me that school was important. Darn him! But I went home determined that I would support the best decision for W's school.
So, here we are again. Two classes. Gone two nights each week. Today I was sick and he still isn't home. It's going to be another long semester.
But I have faith that it will be better. I have faith in W that he will be able to juggle his demands and responsibilities better. I have faith in myself that I can complain less and support him more. I have faith that we will be carried through this, knowing that this education is good for him, good for his career, and good for our family.