Monday, September 19, 2011

Married to a Med Student

Despite my apprehension and anxiety, our transition from blissful summer newlyweds to the back-to-school reality has been very smooth.  While I certainly miss the carefree days of summer, we both knew going in how limited those days were and prepared by enjoying our time together as much as possible.

As we enter week four of the semester, every day I am thankful that Lash is following his passion and truly loves the medical field.  Being married to a medical student is not easy, but watching him follow his heart and seeing his joy makes me so proud of him and helps to encourage him all the more.

Most weeks, Lash's typical days begin at 6 for a workout, followed by a morning of class, and an afternoon of studying.  After work and a quick sweat at the gym, I get home around 7 and try to have dinner on the table by 7:30.  Lash meets me at home for dinner, and this is our hour to get a good visit in before he heads upstairs to our guest room to study until 10 or so.  Sometimes, we'll watch TV or play cards after 10, others we are so exhausted we just hit the hay.  The schedule has been very easy to adjust to, and though it takes my every bone not to bother him when he is upstairs studying, I am so happy that he is at least at home, and I'm not by myself.

Test weeks are a different beast, though.  Starting over a week in advance of the test, Lash is out the door to the library by 7:30 (unless he works out in which he leaves earlier), and will not return home until 10 at the earliest.  These are long days, with seemingly even longer hours... specifically for Lash, but also for me too.

Knowing I have an empty home and a week of way too much time on my hands, I am trying to keep myself busy and distracted.

Thankfully, so far, so good.

I am trying to make a list of things I want to accomplish each day . . . including those things that I have been putting off and should be able to accomplish with some extra free time on my hands.  This week I'm trying to iron (ugh), change my summer wardrobe to fall, work out 3-4 times a week (I feel like lately I'm only getting in 2-3), clean the house... and meet a friend for happy hour or dinner.

Despite my attempts at passing the time, I do miss Lash, and its weeks like this I am especially grateful for friends, family, and blogging.  I will certainly be leaning on you for the next few days, months, and even years throughout his school, rotation, residency, and ultimately profession.

So even though its not my favorite week, being a single lady does have its perks for me including . . .
  • Watching whatever fabulous TV including all things Bravo, Modern Fam, Glee, and Wednesday E True Hollywood story on Bethenny without judgment 
  • Perusing that ever growing stack of magazines
  • Eating whatever the heck I want for dinner at whatever the heck time
  • Leaving on an exfoliating mask without sideways glares and giggles
  • A spotless house, updated budget, bills paid, organized pantry, and other checks on the to- do list
and some things that are totally not so stellar....

  • Solo kitchen clean up including having to taking out the trash (totally my least favorite chore)
  • Finding dead palmetto bugs, thanks to our recent pest control visit (sickkkk)
Countdown until the test is over: 3 days, 21 hours.  Come on Friday!!


  1. Sweet girl! You are so organized and a very dedicated wife!! That schedule sounds tough for both of you!

  2. LOVE that Modern Fam and Glee are back!! No judgement at all!

  3. Thanks for the tip about Bethenny! The DVR is now set!

  4. As a married med student myself, I can testify to how hard this is on the spouse. It's nice to read your side of it; I know my husband can relate to much of that!

  5. Ah Mary Loyal! I had to smile when I read your post. I, too, am married to a doctor. I lived your life many years ago. My advice to you is not name drop about your spouse becoming a doctor. Hopefully everyone you associate with is "following their passion." Honestly, it comes across like you are bragging. Some maturity will help with all of this, and you will eventually realize that you do not need to tell the world how "tough" it is being married to a doctor to be. A wise friend told me that, and it still rings true. Being humble goes a long, long way.
    Signing off as loving life in Litchfield