I took a road trip today with my mom and sister to buy a wedding dress. Not for me, not for my sister but for my mom. She is getting married in about 2 months. I am very excited for her and love the guy she is marrying. In order to do this trip, I had to get my girls up early, drive them to my sisters house, drop the girls off and pick up N, my sister. We then had to drive about 45 minutes to my mom, K and her affianced, G's house. From there we drove 2 hours to Nordstrom's to buy her a dress.
I spent 7 hours in the car today and we were successful. She picked out the most gorgeous dress. It is a maroon, long dress with a bead-work top. I volunteered to sew her a shawl to cover her shoulders since the weather is unpredictable in April. On the way home from the trip we began a discussion in our respective significant others contributions to the house. I am listening to the conversation and realize A is defiantly leaving me to do the lions share of the work. I cook most of the dinners, do all of the laundry, pay the bills and do any of the daily cleaning that needs done. I do work part-time but I spend that extra time driving the girls to activities and doing some homeschooling.
So now, I am slightly upset as I drive myself and the girls home. A calls me as I am leaving my sisters to let me know he is home from work. I tell him we will be home in 40 minutes. It is 5:30pm. When I walk in A says lets go out to dinner. The last thing I want to do is go out again but he has started nothing an it is already after 6pm. The menu for the week was on the wall and it lists where to find the recipes. Why didn't he start dinner? He was tired. Really, I mean I cook when I am tired and he gets frustrated if I am home at a reasonable hour and don't cook dinner. Grr, so now we have $25 less in fun money and a ticked off wife.
I did tell him that I was frustrated with him about it and he admitted he should have cooked dinner but I guess it remains to be seen if it actually changes anything.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Introduction
Time for a place for me to simply lay out alternatives without having to heard everyone else spin. This blog is mine, I will share it with strangers gladly and with my family and friends never. Sometimes everyone needs a place to vent. A place to complain, where they never have to worry about those words getting back to the wrong person. This is my place.
My husband, A, had decided to go back for a phd. He has always wanted to do this and I have encouraged home to do so. He decided to go for it in September. What prompted the choice to do it now? I wanted to go back to school for a Master. That's right, I wanted to not him.
Last year, I got very burnt-out as an urban teacher. With two young kids at home and two people working full time, the emotional strain got to be too much. I asked my work to go part-time and was told it was not an option. A friend told me about a part-time opening in the same inner-suburban town I lived in. I applied for the job and got it. I started working part-time in August. I hated to job almost immediately. I had two preps and three classes and no prep time, a full time teacher had 2 preps and 5 classes and two prep bells in our school. I felt chronically behind, I could never stay after and help students since I had to rush to pick up the girls and I felt like I was not making a difference. There is a lot more to it but I digress...
I told A that I wanted to leave teaching and pursue a Masters in Nursing. This was something I had been talking about for at least 3 years. I found programs that were accelerated for people with a BS outside of nursing. A then decides he should go to school next year. He thinks that I could then go to school for free where he gets a job after getting his phd. Great idea but it means I will be teaching and supporting the family for at least 4 more years. It doesn't seem to bother him that I hate my job or that I wanted to go to school first. Really, it is about what he would like to do, my needs are second to his.
He has a 15 minute discussion with me and then carries on to apply etc. Now we are waiting for acceptance/denial letters. We have no idea where we will be living next year, where the girls will go to school or where I will be working. There are many things we will be deciding in the next 6 weeks. I hope A is really ready to talk to me about it. I fear he will make up his mind alone and we will all be along for the ride.
My husband, A, had decided to go back for a phd. He has always wanted to do this and I have encouraged home to do so. He decided to go for it in September. What prompted the choice to do it now? I wanted to go back to school for a Master. That's right, I wanted to not him.
Last year, I got very burnt-out as an urban teacher. With two young kids at home and two people working full time, the emotional strain got to be too much. I asked my work to go part-time and was told it was not an option. A friend told me about a part-time opening in the same inner-suburban town I lived in. I applied for the job and got it. I started working part-time in August. I hated to job almost immediately. I had two preps and three classes and no prep time, a full time teacher had 2 preps and 5 classes and two prep bells in our school. I felt chronically behind, I could never stay after and help students since I had to rush to pick up the girls and I felt like I was not making a difference. There is a lot more to it but I digress...
I told A that I wanted to leave teaching and pursue a Masters in Nursing. This was something I had been talking about for at least 3 years. I found programs that were accelerated for people with a BS outside of nursing. A then decides he should go to school next year. He thinks that I could then go to school for free where he gets a job after getting his phd. Great idea but it means I will be teaching and supporting the family for at least 4 more years. It doesn't seem to bother him that I hate my job or that I wanted to go to school first. Really, it is about what he would like to do, my needs are second to his.
He has a 15 minute discussion with me and then carries on to apply etc. Now we are waiting for acceptance/denial letters. We have no idea where we will be living next year, where the girls will go to school or where I will be working. There are many things we will be deciding in the next 6 weeks. I hope A is really ready to talk to me about it. I fear he will make up his mind alone and we will all be along for the ride.
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