330 tough and stressful days.
330 of our most impoverished living. Creating, fueling debt while we struggle.
In 330 days my wife will graduate and be a nurse. That's two semesters. During that time she will have to work part time, I will have to work part time. She will be spending 40 hours a week in class and clinical practice. I will be commuting to San Marcos Texas to go to school. We will be taking care of four children, including twin toddlers. We have never made enough money to get by. Not even close. And this up coming year we will make even less than we ever have and be spending more.
It's going to be tough.
During all of this I have other goals. I have to get straight A's in school so I can get into grad school. Physically, I have to cut my weight back down and maintain. I've increased my running to a solid 30 miles a week, but I want to increase the length and qulaity of my long run.
So many things.
One thing that has been dropped is my writing. I just don't have the time to dedicate the effort it takes to write coherently.
In a dual effort to maintain my sanity and keep some level of writing I'm going to chronicle the insanity of this year.
Let's see what happens.