Hi there!
It's me, Angela, here. I'm writing this post as I sit in our New Orleans apartment, sipping hot chocolate (despite the 90 degree weather), and enjoying my weekend before work begins on Monday. I have a wonderful teaching position here in the city and a wonderful group of students this year. So why am I spending my night in a somber mood? In short, my husband.
See, my hubby is a PGY-1 in residency this year. That's medical speak for intern year or year number 1 in residency training. As I'm sure you've read/heard before, that's a big job. Getting to this point was hard enough, but now that we are here it's like it's even harder than we thought it would be. We are away from our families and we miss them so much it hurts. On top of that, I feel like hubby is becoming run down from all of his residency duties/roles/rules and regulations. I never thought I would say this but...I miss medical school.
Although my husband was busy in medical school, he was still a student and really didn't have any responsibility to anyone but school (and me of course ha ha). We had long weekends of uninterrupted time together. I loved it. He loved it. It worked. Now, I feel like he's s busy with things that when he gets home it should be my job to make sure that he is fed, bathed, and able to get good sleep to be prepared for his next day.
I'm failing.
Ya'll, this sounds selfish but I work too! I have a hard job too! And I feel like I'm trying to balance the role of both excellent wife and (trying to be) outstanding teacher and I'm failing. We don't even have children (or a dog) yet! This is supposed to be the easy time in our life together. I come home, dog tired, and drag myself to the stove to cook (most nights), get it ready, clean up, get myself bathed and clean and ready for bed and try to pay some attention to my husband. After all he's been through, he deserves some extra love and attention. But it's SO HARD. I'm exhausted all of the time, and my headaches are returning in full force. As such, this week, I have a three piece plan.
1) Lay out all of my teacher clothes for the week on Sunday night.
2) Meal plan all of the meals for the week.
3) Have enough energy and time to both make it to the gym and pay some attention to E.
Guess that means I'm leaving work by 3:45 or 4:00 everyday this week. Good luck to me!
Please keep our little family in your prayers if you can remember. We are working on being the best we can be.
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It's me, Angela, here. I'm writing this post as I sit in our New Orleans apartment, sipping hot chocolate (despite the 90 degree weather), and enjoying my weekend before work begins on Monday. I have a wonderful teaching position here in the city and a wonderful group of students this year. So why am I spending my night in a somber mood? In short, my husband.
See, my hubby is a PGY-1 in residency this year. That's medical speak for intern year or year number 1 in residency training. As I'm sure you've read/heard before, that's a big job. Getting to this point was hard enough, but now that we are here it's like it's even harder than we thought it would be. We are away from our families and we miss them so much it hurts. On top of that, I feel like hubby is becoming run down from all of his residency duties/roles/rules and regulations. I never thought I would say this but...I miss medical school.
Although my husband was busy in medical school, he was still a student and really didn't have any responsibility to anyone but school (and me of course ha ha). We had long weekends of uninterrupted time together. I loved it. He loved it. It worked. Now, I feel like he's s busy with things that when he gets home it should be my job to make sure that he is fed, bathed, and able to get good sleep to be prepared for his next day.
I'm failing.
Ya'll, this sounds selfish but I work too! I have a hard job too! And I feel like I'm trying to balance the role of both excellent wife and (trying to be) outstanding teacher and I'm failing. We don't even have children (or a dog) yet! This is supposed to be the easy time in our life together. I come home, dog tired, and drag myself to the stove to cook (most nights), get it ready, clean up, get myself bathed and clean and ready for bed and try to pay some attention to my husband. After all he's been through, he deserves some extra love and attention. But it's SO HARD. I'm exhausted all of the time, and my headaches are returning in full force. As such, this week, I have a three piece plan.
1) Lay out all of my teacher clothes for the week on Sunday night.
2) Meal plan all of the meals for the week.
3) Have enough energy and time to both make it to the gym and pay some attention to E.
Guess that means I'm leaving work by 3:45 or 4:00 everyday this week. Good luck to me!
Please keep our little family in your prayers if you can remember. We are working on being the best we can be.
