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After 2 ½+ years, Megan officially earned her Master’s degree yesterday.  Once she passes her board exams, she will officially become a Nurse Practitioner.  So while my brain is filled with far-too-much useless info like the 1984 Detroit Tigers starting lineup and every Guns N Roses song ever made, she’s actually putting her brain to use with information that can actually do stuff like, you know, save lives.  A Master’s degree in Nursing sure as heck beats my insignificant Bachelor’s degree in Marketing.  Heck, an Associate’s Degree in Nursing trumps a Bachelor’s degree in Marketing!

Working part time while getting your Master’s degree is hard enough without having to take care of a child too (Ally, not me, you smartasses).  Add a pregnancy to the equation, mix in short-term disability 5 months into the pregnancy due to constant contractions, throw in a 140 mile roundtrip drive to get to campus (thankfully only once a week), toss in a 4 year old who doesn’t sleep all night, add a newborn baby who needs feedings every few hours and then when that is done still doesn’t sleep at night (Katie was up from 12-3 last night and then back up after 5 AM – that’s a typical night), and don’t forget to sprinkle in the random classmate she gets stuck with who won’t pull their weight when it comes to group projects.  Sounds like a recipe for disaster, right?  Well, assuming she get’s an A in her last class; she will have gotten a 4.0 GPA.

On top of that, she had to cover working every weekend since Christmas to cover for a nurse who went on maternity leave.  This meant that between class, clinical, and work, there were ZERO days off since Christmas and she had to also add hours of studying.  Did I mention that she would have to take care of the girls on the nights I worked the hockey games too?  That was, on average, once a week during hockey season.

It wasn’t easy but she still mastered it (pun intended).  We just kept telling each other during this time “Short term pain, long term gain.”  It’s time for the “gain” to come knocking on our door, asking for Megan’s signature to claim her prize.

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