Originally Posted by PuzzledHeart

SoDev, I pursued my graduate degree when my son turned one. I took my entrance exams and wrote up my applications when my son was deep into his colic period. It was fantastic preparation for the year ahead.

I felt a little strange when I finally got to campus - I thought I was going to be the only parent there. That was not the case at all, and the parents I befriended are still friends to this day.

One time, my son got the stomach bug and puked all over me and the floor the night before a group assignment was due. The morning after, I met with my group. We were all supposed to work on the issue individually and then compare results. When I told them what happened the night before, the rest of the group expected me to follow my gastrointestinal recap with an apology for not doing the work. But when I pulled out the sheath of paper containing my answers, they knew they were busted. Only one other person in the group had managed to pull it off. He and I listened patiently as they talked about hangovers and scheduling conflicts. But they knew that their excuses paled in comparison to mine.

In other words, moms rule in school!