Almost since we were married twenty four years ago, DH has toyed with the idea of going back to school to get his master’s degree. Recently he looked into an on-line program and within just a couple of weeks decided to go for it and now he’s registered and starting in January.
Good for him. I know it will help him in his career and that this has been on his mind for quite a while.
The flip side is that money isn’t plentiful and we’re trying to steer DD2 toward choosing a path to follow, which no doubt will involve some kind of schooling.
DS will be in the same boat of needing school/training classes in just a couple years.
DD1 has to take a fifth year of school for which she cannot keep her tuition scholarship. Her program cannot be shortened, and IB/AP testing only took two courses off of her load, though it earned her a semester of credit. The teaching program is structured to be a five year program. Period.
DH keeps talking about the vacation rental we’d like to someday purchase, but don’t know where we’ll come up with the down payment for the home.
Okay, now forget about the money. He’s decided that he’ll do his classes from 7-9 in the evenings. We’ll have dinner together, but that will be about it. I know him. Shortly after finishing dinner, he’ll decide to get a jump on his work. The nine o’ clock finish time will be fluid as well.
There are so many things around the house that have been waiting for his attention which will be put further off. (I don’t nag. Maybe I should.) Guess I’d better figure out how to be a handyman. I already bought a tool a couple of years ago to help me clean the sink drains without taking them apart. I found a screen patch that you attach by using a hair dryer to fix the dining room screen which got ripped years ago. Now I need to figure out how to take the cover off of the kid’s shower drain. That’s needed attention for a while.
It’s selfish to think about how I’m going to be affected by his classes, but it’s a reality.
We’ll get through it. I’ll need to focus on what this means for him. We’re not the first family in history to give up one of the parents of the home for a couple of years while they pursue education.