9:02 AM Marcie Parson 0 Comments

January is nuts. It's an 8-exams kind of month for Craig, and therefore a reeeally exciting one for the unemployed housewife.

We wake up.
If I'm lucky, Craig won't leave at an unspeakable hour, and I'll see him in the morning.
Craig goes to school.
I attempt to exercise.
I look for jobs.
I apply for jobs.
I meet with people who can hopefully connect me to jobs.
I decide that public health must be a made-up field and that there are actually no jobs.
Craig comes home for lunch.
Craig goes back to campus.
I get discouraged from not finding jobs and
       (a) watch Netflix,
       (b) bake treats,
       (c) waste time on social media (oops), or
       (d) contemplate the possibility of just being a housewife.
We eat dinner.
We play Bananagrams while watching the Office.
Craig goes back to the library.
I fall asleep before he gets home.


But at the same time, life is always exciting in our home. Like how Craig sent our dinner flying the other day, and I screamed and threw my water all over the place. Whoops! And how we were suckered into an assignment to babysit 20 rowdy kids (18 months to 3 years) every week and suddenly my desire to have kids has vanished.

Life is an adventure. And I'm so glad Craig's a part of mine.