You heard right. But there's a lot
to this picture that you don't know. From the outside it looks like I'm a mum with a lot of spare time on her hands 'cause "oh my god, Becky she has time to write a blog." Bitches back up. I don't have time to write a blog. I make me-time to write a blog. Just over a year ago I was saying to my friend, Karen, "I don't have time to write a blog, how do you find time to write a blog?" In fact, I said it to her so many times that her ears started to bleed and she wrote me a passive aggressive ("F*ck you Jess for making my ears bleed!") blog post. It's title? You'll never guess so I'll just tell you "When Do I Have Time to Blog." It really resonated with me for some reason.
|Pretty tough to write anything with this busy dude around|
But here's where the shit hits the fan. I have run out of me-time. I am turning into an angrier person. I get more upset easily. I don't have time to listen to my husband tell me a stupid one minute story about the neighbour's cat. I miss out on all the little moments he wants to share with me because I just have no energy left at the end of the day for him, let alone me.This isn't new to us, him or me but every year it happens. Every year it's just as hard.
My husband has been studying for the entirety of our marriage - 9 years!!!! With only 1 or 2 years to go ...
|Circa 2007, and he's usually not studying in a cafe|
I can still remember exactly where I was when my husband told me he wanted to do further studies after he'd just graduated from University. We were in New Zealand, just the two of us, finally on vacation. Childless and care free. We went for an evening walk on the beach, and up onto the rocks in the old historical town of Russell. The sun was starting to set, the waves lapping the sand, and my romantic husband whispers in my ear "I was thinking about doing something called the CFA now that I'm done University." You can imagine how wet I got hearing those words (in the eyes of course, you pervert).
"What the f*ck is the CFA?" My initial reaction was to throw him off the rocks and watch his body bloody, as he hit into them with each passing wave. 6 years of him studying and working full time had really taken its toll on me. I longed for companionship. I had been looking forward to all the evenings and the weekends that would be completely ours once he finished his damn degree. I had been lonely for a long time. Eventually I calmed enough to listen to him, and really hear him out. I won't list all the reasons I changed my mind about him doing the CFA, just know they were pretty dang good if I eventually came around to the idea.
|NZ 2011 - This was the actual time and spot he whispered that BS in my ear. As you can see I'm a gross exaggerator.|
|Dave will hate this photo of himself back in 2010, but it's a good reflection of how tired he gets!|
You can see why there's not a lot of time for Dave and I to talk at the end of the day.
I get teary just thinking about it, because I am so worn down right now. But I knew this was coming. It's less than two months until exam time. This is the hardest time for our relationship. It's the time we need to work our hardest to be kind to each other, and give the absolute most of ourselves in all areas of our lives, even when we are both tapped out. I can't imagine how Dave does it. He's so time poor but he still tries so hard to make up for all the time he spends away from us both. Regardless, my love tank goes on empty right now. I get a bit sad, and introspective, moody, and sensitive. And lonely.
I know this will pass, and by June our ships will be sailing at full mast again. Our bed will be rocking, or we'll just be getting up at 2 am with our kid like always.
It's just hard TODAY, and tomorrow... But it won't always be.
|Circa 2010 - This is where he spends most of his time when he is home. There's a lot more Frankie posters on the wall these days. It's also where I'm writing from right now.|
Now if we could just find a solution for getting our kid to sleep through the night ...
|I want more of this - March 2008|
Is this the part where I post a vibrator ad? Just me promoting whatever gets you through a dry spell?
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