THIRD... YEAR... BITES!!!
I know my neighbors (who are now first year residents) told me to enjoy the first two years. But I don't believe they really warned me. They told me, but they didn't send me a statement that indicates a possible or impending danger, problem, or other unpleasant situation. They should have stood with a bright, flashing sign jumping and screaming at me, "Third year bites." Now that's a warning.
Mav is on OB. He got home around 5:30 last night. Studied. Ate some dinner. Helped put Squeaks to bed. Studied some more before getting ready for bed himself.
Today, was the first time in weeks that I woke up with Mav next to me. But he left at 11:45 to get to work. He'll be gone until about 11:30 tonight.
Aside from naps, I won't be getting my me-time. I'm pretty sure Squeaker will be watching a movie or two during the days, so I can study for my own schoolwork.