married life
It's been a week and a half, and it feels like it's been forever, and it feels like it hasn't even happened yet. "Husband" is coming to my tongue faster, replacing "boyfriend" more often now. It's like the words, the titles are the only thing that has changed. And in reality, thats true. Although it may seem "official", because you know, everything on facebook is obviously official, but we don't have our marriage certificate yet, so my name, legally hasn't officially changed, which I think is making it seem no different so far. Yeah, people that know me call me Mrs. Staples, but that's it so far. Tomorrow will start the steps for the rest of the changes to fall in line, like a row of cute, little, exciting ducklings.
I think another reason that it doesn't feel all so real yet is because ever since, I've hardly had a chance to relish in it, to absorb it, to bask in the happiness and elation. School has been taking over, and then there's the madness this apartment creates, and oh yeah, then there's the fact that Joe is leaving in two weeks. Ah, but school still takes priority because even though I get past one big assignment, there are always more and then more large tasks, and the moment I stop to rest, I procrastinate and here I am, on a Tuesday night staying up late to finish tonight's Poli Sci, and tomorrow's lab report, and then the next day's rough draft, and then I think I can breathe, but haha silly girl! There's a pre-lab, a final draft, and another week of Poli Sci, not to mention Stats that is easy peasy, but still takes time and focus during the day. Maybe if I get through these two weeks, some how being productive enough and yet soaking up Joe's time as much as possible, just enjoying him, just maybe I will be able to catch up on school after that. Those are the hopes. It's almost a way to see the positives in deployments, the positives in being apart for months at a time. I can hit the gym more and get school work done a little easier (one would assume that I would do these things at least.. haha), work on me the way I want to now. I just have to keep going. Never give up. Make sure I don't focus on the empty bed, the few and far between phone calls and infrequent emails. Make sure I don't try to overfill the void with friends and alcohol, because that won't help in the long run. Here's to hoping that my husband will come home to a wife that is 20 pounds lighter/stronger/healthier/more energized with a 4.0 semester and another summer class closer to transferring. Here's to striving. Here's to life style change. Here's to determination defeating procrastination. Here's to married life.
I think another reason that it doesn't feel all so real yet is because ever since, I've hardly had a chance to relish in it, to absorb it, to bask in the happiness and elation. School has been taking over, and then there's the madness this apartment creates, and oh yeah, then there's the fact that Joe is leaving in two weeks. Ah, but school still takes priority because even though I get past one big assignment, there are always more and then more large tasks, and the moment I stop to rest, I procrastinate and here I am, on a Tuesday night staying up late to finish tonight's Poli Sci, and tomorrow's lab report, and then the next day's rough draft, and then I think I can breathe, but haha silly girl! There's a pre-lab, a final draft, and another week of Poli Sci, not to mention Stats that is easy peasy, but still takes time and focus during the day. Maybe if I get through these two weeks, some how being productive enough and yet soaking up Joe's time as much as possible, just enjoying him, just maybe I will be able to catch up on school after that. Those are the hopes. It's almost a way to see the positives in deployments, the positives in being apart for months at a time. I can hit the gym more and get school work done a little easier (one would assume that I would do these things at least.. haha), work on me the way I want to now. I just have to keep going. Never give up. Make sure I don't focus on the empty bed, the few and far between phone calls and infrequent emails. Make sure I don't try to overfill the void with friends and alcohol, because that won't help in the long run. Here's to hoping that my husband will come home to a wife that is 20 pounds lighter/stronger/healthier/more energized with a 4.0 semester and another summer class closer to transferring. Here's to striving. Here's to life style change. Here's to determination defeating procrastination. Here's to married life.