I feel normal again.
Life as an MBA wife has not been easy. I have questioned my sanity and foresight on several occasions. An infant, a toddler, a ton of alone with the kids time, and a tiny overheated apartment? Sure! Sign me up. Good times ahead!
Not so much. I have been tired beyond comprehension and overwhelmed but honestly things are pretty great. If I am well rested then I can deal with anything. Nasty overflowing toilet? Fabulous. Teething, daredevil, climbing up on everything baby? Excellent. Nothing is a major issue if I have slept well the night before. I am happy to be back in that place.
My husband is taking his last final tomorrow and immediately after we are heading to my hometown in Massachusetts. I love going home. Sadly I have a great-aunt that is sick with cancer and visiting her if my first priority. It has been too long since I have seen her (I think it was at my grandmother’s funeral) and she has yet to meet my kids. We have spoken on the phone and she has seen pictures but that isn’t enough. She isn’t feeling well and I do not want to take any chances. I am happy we get to see and hug her soon.
Once we return home we can enjoy a few days with Daddy and then he is back on the grind. He will have a whole new set of classes and challenges to deal with and it’ll just be me and the kiddos again. MBA recruiting is intense and my husband has put forth a ton of energy to ensure that he lands the perfect role for our family. I’ll go into more detail later but for now I will say that it is a little nerve-wracking to not know where we will be in less than two years.
I try to slow down and “enjoy” the journey (I don’t have much of a journey. I am more of a happy shut in that takes care of her kids all day but I live vicariously through my husband and explore the Finger Lakes area when possible) but being unable to plan my own future sometimes makes me nuts.
Will I go back to school? Will my rap career take off? Have you heard my latest mixtape? Its called “I can’t find my Lululemon yoga/sit on my ass drinking pumpkin latte pants and I’m motherf****ing mad as hell”. You should check it out. Seriously though we could be anywhere twenty months from now. In two weeks we are visiting Indianapolis to check out a potential employer and possible new home. Then in November my husband will head to London for Thanksgiving break while the kids and I visit my family in Massachusetts.
I know what you’re thinking: “Veronica you crazy idiot why don’t you go to London for Thanksgiving!?!”. Well, would you take a one and two-year old to the UK for five days during Thanksgiving? Only a crazy person would do that. I am nuts but I have my limits. Also I have no idea how much that would cost but my guess is a lot and we still have a lot more time here to spend. We are considering study abroad (My husband would study. I would take pictures of fancy foreign rocks all day) and need to manage our funds carefully.
I feel normal again. Normal for me anyway.
Happy Monday and here is some cool internet stuff I am enjoying during nap time.
Grown Up Pumpkin Pie Milkshakes: I think I need this in my life. Sadly without the booze because my old self just can’t seem to handle it anymore. Tear.
Baby Rabies: Jill is celebrating her five-year wedding anniversary. Happy Anniversary you crazy kids! I loved this post because it reminds me of me any my husband. From DINK (dual income no kids) to…this : ) – it is an excellent read for those of us who can relate.
Hormonal Imbalances: Diana tackled something that has bugged me for ages. Those cutesy signs on Pinterest that say things like “A house so dirty possums live in it means I am too busy playing with my kids to take out last year’s trash” drive me nuts. I’ll tell you what if I go to your house and your floor is sticky I will not smile to myself and think “Ahh what a great mom!”. I will most likely think you have a crippling Sims on Facebook addiction and are too lazy to get up and mop. I loved this post.
Have a wonderful Monday.