SAHM

So now I know what it's like to be the wife of a graduate student rather than the student. I always felt so out of place in dental school, being in class with all the husbands while all those valiant wives and stay-at-home-moms stitched quilts and scrapbooked and had play dates and talked about potty training and such. I was a little jealous at the time as I studied for my Immunology and Pharmacology exams, and a little not. Now I can start to see why and how they banded together so tightly. It is a wee bit lonely to be a grad student's wife and a mother. Corey arises at 6 am and is gone studying until just before Zach's bedtime most nights. Tonight is the first night (likely of many more to come) he says he will not make it home before Zach goes to bed. I am so proud of him and grateful that he is taking his schooling so seriously. It makes us really appreciate the time we have together.

Zach and I chowing on PB&J sandwiches for lunch

It is different for me to go from working fulltime to only working 2 days a week, and then taking care of Zach single-handedly for the time Corey is at school. I love the time I get to spend with Zach, and hate that I missed so much during that first year (thanks to the rigid stipulations of my student loan repayment contract). But it is exhausting to be his sole source of entertainment, care, comfort, discipline (sort-of), etc. for so much of the time. I seriously do not know how single parents function. I am not complaining- I really can't think of anything I'd rather be doing. (Besides hanging in Maui, of course!) There is honestly nothing better we could be doing with our lives right now than to further Corey's education so that he can take on the role of bread-winner and provider. I'm sure it will fly by and be totally worth it, just like dental school.
But don't be surprised if I start blogging all about potty training and scrapbooking!

And painting. I am "remodeling" our rental house one room per week, so far. Last week it was the guest bathroom, this week it was the living room. I LOVE the deep red I painted it. It instantly made this house feel warm and homey. I will do a future post with all my before and after pictures.

Zachy will occasionally play with my old Cabbage Patch Kid. Corey has tried to throw it out on numerous occasions. He is well-known for taking dolls away from our nephews, and doesn't feel a bit of remorse when the boys cry like girls about their stolen babies. He feels he is doing them a great service by preventing future gender identity issues. Big fat meanie!!

Luckily, Zach has obvious overflowing testosterone levels, as shown in his latest truck-surfing expedition. I don't think Corey has anything to worry about!