Whatever you do, I don't recommend being a full time student, a new wife, and have two possibly three jobs at the same time. Things might get a little out of hand.
That's right, school has begun. While I'm grateful for the chance to finally do something with my day, I'm not enoying having to do 53 things a day. Let me break it down.
School: I'm taking 8 classes. That equals a lot of credits and a lot of hours. NCC expects that for every hour of class you're in, that means two hours of study time. 16 hours a day. That's how much is expected of me for just school. There isn't enough time in the day to accomplish actually going to class and then doing 16 hours of studying. It seems a little ridiculous, does it not?
Jobs: Because we only have one vehicle and Lyndon's schedule isn't very consistent, me having a solid job off campus is a little unrealistic. In order to add to our income, I'm taking stats for the volleyball team and doing their laundry. It's not as gross as it sounds...the laundry part. I also might be working in the success center as a tutor. While none of these jobs are incredibly strenuous they're still things that take time.
Wife: The responsibilities haven't changed but I have less time to do them. That one is pretty basic.
All together, there's a lot to do and not enough time to do it all. I came to this realization on Friday when it felt like everything I had to do was about to rip me to little shreds. In the midst of this attack, Lyndon stepped in and fought them all off like my knight in shining armor. Okay maybe that's not entirely true, but he calmed me down and helped me plan things out for the day.
It's good to have someone sane around to help you when you go insane.
And I'll always think of him as my knight in shining armor.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Lesson #21: The little things matter
I blame society for my sometimes misconstrued view of romance. We're surrounded by music, movies, and books that twist the idea of romance into something much bigger than it normally is. Sure, I would love to have songs written about me, be flown to Paris for a romantic getaway, receive flowers every day, the whole shebang. All of that is a tad unrealistic. Being married has helped me come to terms with that.
The first reason is that we don't have the money to go out and do romantic things The second and main reason is because Lyndon just isn't that kind of romantic. He's not the guy who sweeps you off your feet and showers you with diamonds. His romance is in his words, not his actions. Last night, however, was a wonderful surprise.
He made us dinner and then took me out for ice cream afterwards. It was nothing wildly romantic to most people, but it was one of the most wonderful evenings I've had since we got married. Well...until he started playing video games, but I can't hold that against him.
Sometimes it's the quiet and simple acts of love that matter the most.
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