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<title>Share your experiences; support and be supported</title>
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<summary type="text/plain">I&apos;ve been playing around with this idea since the spring of 2004 -- when our second child turned a month old, and my husband got his acceptance letter from Temple&apos;s Beasley School of Law. &quot;Oh,&quot; and &quot;Shit,&quot; pretty much summed...</summary>
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<![CDATA[<p>I've been playing around with this idea since the spring of 2004 -- when our second child turned a month old, and my husband got his acceptance letter from Temple's Beasley School of Law.<br />
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"Oh," and "Shit," pretty much summed my feelings up.</strong></p>

<p>While I was excited for him to continue his education, happy that he got into his first choice of schools, and I accepted the fact that he needed an advanced degree to move forward in his career, I was scared as Hell. After all, working full-time during the day, and going to classes full-time in an evening program, meant a lot of work for both of us. Basically, he would leave at 6 AM on Monday morning, and we'd see him again when he got home on Friday nights. </p>

<p>Oh, sure -- he'd be home to sleep and eat...but when would we have "family time?" Who'd be there to help when the kids got sick, or when I was about to lose my MIND due to stress? What about the kids -- would they miss him? Would they turn out to be completely resentful, ill-behaved little beasts with no fatherly infulence for four years? What if I got sick? What about my teaching career? When would I get to sleep in, or take a night off, or just go out on a date?</p>

<p>All of these questions, plus a few dozen more -- plus the new ones we come up with every day -- are why I wanted to start this blog.</p>

<p>If you're married, law school and its attendant headaches affect BOTH of you, for good or for ill. It's compounded by trying to work while you attend law school -- even more so if you have children (no matter what their ages).</p>

<p>This blog is meant to not only relate my experiences as a law school widow -- what works and doesn't, fears and victories -- but to act as a venting place for other law school spouses who sometimes feel like they've earned the right to have that "Juris Doctor" tattoed on their behinds, as well.</p>

<p>post yuor stories, your experiences, your fears and hopes, and get some support and feedback from others in the same position!</p>

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