When I Get Bored...

... I blog surf.

Tonight's topic was MD WIFE BLOGGERS. I like reading about others in similar situations. Don't get me wrong, I have plenty of friends here who's husbands are dental students, medical students, and residents... but very few (ok, only one) who can directly relate to what I am going through because our husband's residency programs mirror each other's almost step-for-step!

This post is NOT to discount the support and love I get from those who are not in similar situations! I love every ounce of "I am so glad I'm not you!" that I get from my friends (especially Suzy, whom I hope is taking notes of how not to follow my pitiful example).

But, for that one friend who DOES know what it's like being married to a man who is married to a hospital overworked (she knows who she is I won't out you)... you might find this blog post just as painfully truthful warm and fuzzy as I did. Thanks for letting me take up precious hours annoying chatting your ear off about random things to feel like an adult again! Sometimes it feels good to know we are not alone!

CLICK HERE TO READ THE BLOG POST IN IT'S ORIGINAL SITE

And here it is quoted:

Being a Doctor's Wife
I’ve heard it said, “Glamorous is the life, being a doctor’s wife”. I actually used think that would be the case… (I also thought doctors made too much money HA!) My point is what is so glamorous about being a single mom? I have a husband, but the sick and dying keep him away from home more often than not. The week of Christmas he was there over 96 hours. I have always had respect for mothers that do it all by themselves. That respect now reaches deeper as I feel that I have an idea of what they go through. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t rely on Heavenly Father gently talking me through situations. For example, not leaving the kids home alone while I run to the grocery store to get some bread… keep in mind my babies are 20 months and 8 weeks. When the "doctor" is home, it’s not like he’s HOME! He has to sleep or catch up on some required reading or compose a presentation blah, blah, blah. And when he is here, he's not MINE… he is at the beckon call of our daughter who adores him and won’t share. I always knew that this time would be tough, and I would be tested, but my question is when does the glamour kick in? I know there are many of you who can relate. What can I do to not be resentful in this situation? I am so proud of him it hurts. And there is nothing else I would want him to do… but will I survive another day of two crying children, one of which is crying for daddy?

Now, if you made it this far (gee my blog posts are getting long winded) -- Thanks!