We're entering that dreaded week again... test week.
Now before you kindly remind me to count my blessing, I want you to know I am not complaining. I am thankful for this life style. Lash is happy, he loves med school, and I'm happy he's so happy.
If I have to deal with one rough week every six weeks, so be it.
I just gotta get mentally ready.
For me, the hardest part of the week is losing a companion... but also a lot falls on my plate in these times.
I feel like I need to make sure my life is together so I can help Lash keep his life together during the week.
I know this pressure is something I put completely on myself. No one is telling me I have to be perfect.
But his life is so crazy during test week, I want our marriage and our home to be peaceful... a safe haven in the midst of the test week storm.
Any breakdowns? I will find another outlet. Any problems? I will find a solution. Anything I can't deal with? I will wait to after the test to resolve.
My West Elm curtains- they're up, which is awesome (!)- but they are ghetto rigged with dental floss- true story- and we'll deal with it and hang them correctly it- you guessed it- after test week. Budget discussion? Upcoming plans? Next week.
Other than handling things myself or if I can't, pushing them off, I am trying to be creative and think of other projects to tackle. The previous test week desperate housewife's activities included organizing a closet, hosting a girl's dinner party, rearranging furniture, and tubing out in front of the TV. Our house was spotless by Wednesday.
In preparation for this go- round, I've been scouring pinterest for crafty DIYs, and I think a trip to Michaels is in store over the weekend. Also, if anyone in Charleston wants to meet for drinks or a walk, I am so available. Let me know!