Sorry

Sorry for the sparse postings. I will try to write when I have time, but this grad school thing is tough. For some reason, my program wants me to take 12 hours a semester, where most masters are 9 a semester. So, I'm taking 9 hours and working 30 hours a week. Not as bad as a lot of people going to grad school, but it is still tough and definitely a huge change. I am finding that I have very little time for my personal life. I texted my mom at 10 last night, when I got out of class, just to say I was still alive. She responded as any mom would, with a text back that said, "OK". Nick and I actually had a heart-to-heart over email because it gave us each sufficient time to get the words out. Did I mention that Nick is hoping for a promotion? So he has been working 60+ hours a week for a while now. Needless to say, we haven't been eating much, shopping much, or cleaning much. But, we will get through it and come out better on the other end.