basking in the sun with hamburgers on the grill I suddenly remembered that school was
a dreaded few weeks away. I tried to soak in as much time and memories as I could before
I lost my husband to long days of being away at school and full nights of being
hidden away studying. It's a hard thing, not having your husband there with you, whether
he's at school or his job. I remembered my friend Allison mentioning her husband being at
school late or not seeing him for a while because of school and I thought "could it be!?
Another mom going through the exact same thing I am, having the same feelings?".
I then realized that there may be many moms who are going through this and so I asked
Allison to share a little bit of her life as her husband attends medical school.
Thank you Allison!
Before I begin this post, I'd like to start with a disclaimer: I tend to exaggerate. This post is every bad day and complaint from the last three years rolled into a few paragraphs. About fifty percent of the time, my little family works around a nine to five schedule (for now. Residency, I see you sneaking up on us) Medical school makes for an ever changing schedule and is an always different process that keeps us on our toes, but, for the most part, doesn't completely suck. And, when it does, because sometimes it does, I know that in the long scheme of things this is a very short season of time in our life and there's nothing that either of us couldn't put up with for a few years at a time (though, admittedly, somedays I "put up with it" with much more grace than others). So, while we will be making a few stops on the complain train in this post, I am extremely happy and I am immensely blessed and more than just you readers, I hope my husband always knows that. Ok, continue. When Natalie asked if I would write a guest post for her blog on being married to a medical student and raising a family through this crazy adventure, I was honored and excited, but a little nervous as to what I would write about. Truthfully, I felt a little inadequate. Who am I to write about these things, as if I'm the one whose got the hard end of the deal. It's all my husband, guys. He is busier and more stressed and has more responsibilities, worries and pressure put on him than I will ever understand. He is the one doing the work, I just have to deal with some of the side effects ;)