The End of the Semester!

 I am so excited that tonight is my class and that I will officially be done until January 2nd. Graduation is April 23rd (yes I am counting down). This semester has taught me me so much. It has been a constant struggle for me to balance being a student, mom, wife and keeping everything else intact. Their have been many moments where I thought I was going to lose it and questioned if being in school was even the right thing for me. I had a few break downs (okay maybe a lot)! I was very lucky to have a very supportive husband and loving daughter. Their  have been days that their smiles are made everything okay.

I have learned so much about myself and the person I want to be. In my mind family has always come first.These last four months I realized just how important is to me. I have learned that as long as Bryce and Ava come first there will be time for homework. One of the greatest examples of this is when I was home with Ava, I would sit down at the computer to work and Ava got to the point where she would say no and do everything and anything to get my attention. It was so frustrating for me because I wanted to play with her, but needed to work on assignments. It would result in us both being frustrated, Soon after the semester started I realized the homework could wait. I realized I needed time with Ava and wanted to do homework (to get it out of the way) I then had to start making better use of my time by getting up earlier, working during nap time and staying up later. It worked for the most part. 

Bryce and I struggled to find time to spend together, to spend as a family and to have our own individual time. From the beginning of our marriage we have made an effort to go on a weekly date and spend quality time together. This semester proved to be challenging as we found that lots of things were being miss communicated  that a few weeks would go by and neither of us could remember when we last sat down to laugh and talk. There were literally weeks were Bryce would leave for work before I was up, I would be gone when he got home, I would get home after he was in bed and we barley said more then two words to each other (excluding texts). It was difficulty and really hard, the benefit was the we realized this and knew that we would both have to make a better effort. It was a good wake up call for the both of us. We are back to weekly dates 8)