The hubster is all about learning how to save lives and take care of patients. Sometimes, that makes our alone time few and far between. For instance, I probably won’t be with him on Thanksgiving and Christmas. Saving lives and taking care of patients won’t stop for the holidays, you know?
Did I mention he’s in his 3rd year of medical school? Yeah. He’s not a doctor yet and we’re figuring out this fine balance of studying so hard that he doesn’t sleep for over 2 days and, you know, saying more than hello and goodbye to each other.
We’re actually pretty darn good at the balance.
We take the time when we need it. Sometimes that time has to wait until exams are over and sometimes it needs to happen. right. freaking. now. because. I. want. to. talk. to. you. I’ve often said that there isn’t room for both of us to be stressed out because med school is pretty mother-effing stressful enough. That’s accurate sometimes, other times it just feels like that.
When people are hard on him for not having time for them, I sort of want to say, “Take a number!”
He’s doing really well in his rotations this year and putting all the studying to good use on actual real-life situations. It’s nice to hear his stories about how his input was valued (or not valued) with patients because he sees that what he’s worked so hard for, for the last eleventy billion years, is panning out.
I’m sure I can go into it more about how being a med school
widow wife is one of the toughest things I’ve ever willingly done…and I actually love my alone time more than most people! Perhaps I will write about it more. My husband is loving and flexible and that makes it a whole-heck-of-a-lot easier during this time period. But needless to say, it requires work to schedule time and not come across as a nag (can you PLEASE ask me on a date!) and also be cognizant of school needs.
So, with that said, we left for the weekend and headed to the in-laws glorious place on Marco Island.
It started off very much like most of our trips…with some unexpected, fun entertainment! Like, we drove an hour and a half to the other side of the state and both asked who brought the key to get in. Yup. Neither of us. So another trip almost back to Ft. Lauderdale (big thanks for the Father-in-Law and building manager who rounded up another key for us) and we finally got in. We settled in and started enjoying the smell of the Gulf, gazing at the stars and also watching a pool-house have a minor explosion. No, I’m not making that up. Again, we travel to entertain everyone else.
But after those minor hiccups, we enjoyed a weekend full of:
“I love you.”
“I’m really having a good time.”
“I may actually like the beach, but don’t quote me on it.”
“I can’t get over this sunset. I’m so glad we’re here together.”
“Pass the wine.”
It was much needed, maybe more so than we realized.
How do you balance and reconnect? PG answers will do just fine, you naughty people. .thankyouverymuch.