Microbiology . . . check!

I headed back to school this term. It was the first time since Bridger was born, and our family was immersed in craziness for three months.

It was a microbiology class, which is another prerequisite for the dental hygiene program. Slowly but surely, I am getting ready to apply. My grades are good and I am absolutely determined to do it: two elements of my plan that make getting accepted and completing the program a viable life choice for myself and for my family.

Ryon is awesome. I could not be successful in these classes and take care of these kids without his support. I know he knows how important this is to me, and that what we plan to do with my career in the future will help our kids' schooling, and that helps him get through the every-day stress of my being committed to school. We didn't see much of each other this last fall. He'd get home from work and I'd leave immediately either for class or to study. A good portion of each of my Saturdays was dedicated to studying, so he'd have all the kids. Saturday nights were our nights. They were our time to spend together after a week of craziness.

We are blessed right now to have less-than-demanding church callings. Ryon was recently released from Young Men's, and I have served in the primary for the last two-and-a-half years. This is great for me. I miss being spiritually uplifted in Relief Society and Sunday School, but I love the little kids in my class and I don't have to think about church responsibilities throughout the week, which is wonderful while I am in school. I think I am going back into the nursery this year. I think, from time to time, that I might get a substitute so that I can at least attend Relief Society once every couple months or so. Are you allowed to do that?? Hmmm . . . something to think about at least.

But thanks to my sweetly supportive husband, and my wonderful mother who flew up twice to watch my kids so I could study for exams, I got an A in my five credit Microbiology class, and still have a 4.0 in my DH prerequisites. It's going to happen! I will be at least 33, but it will happen!