Stress and the American Family

We have finally reached the point were we both, Weston and I, feel like we can't continue going forward at the rate we are at. You know that point. Most people call it the breaking point...well I call it that too. I came into the bed room yesterday morning after I had finished my normal morning routine and Weston was laying on the bed staring up at the ceiling.
"I can't do it anymore." He said. I knew what he was talking about and I sat down next to him. "I can't do school and work and studying with no time for me. I just can't do it." I leaned over and rested my head against his chest. An arm came around me and pulled me in tight.
"I know honey. It's okay." We sat in silence for a little while, both of us thinking about what he had just said. "What do you want to do?" I asked.
"I think I'm going to cut back at work by 10 hours or so. They don't need me to work full time, so it would be a good idea anyway." I nodded my understanding and gave him a quick kiss.
"Okay then. I'm alright with that if that's what you want to do."
So he went in yesterday to his boss and told him that he was going to be cutting back his hours and that he was going to start the new schedule asap. His boss was okay with that, so he starts his new schedule today. It's nice because now we have Saturdays together!! I'm excited about that.
I have two exams coming up in my American Lit class and my Astonomy class. I'm a little nervous about the Astro. exam. It's not my strongest class to say the least. Last exam I got an 64 % which after the curve became and 80% and I got a B-, but still. I was really really upset when I saw that score. I wanted to kill the little monitor on the wall of the testing center that told me my score. Just rip it right off the wall. But I didn't. So this next exam I really hope I do better on.
I've got to go to the temple now, but I will write more later. Bye!

Hayley