Adjusting is hard. When we first moved, an entire room of our two-room apartment was filled with mine and Jordan's collection of "things" acquired throughout college. Like, you couldn't even see the floor. Fortunately I had a few months between honeymoon/traveling and starting school to get things straightened up. It seemed so overwhelming at first -- What I have to cook dinner every night? I have to try to work out without a gym membership and living on a second floor apartment (jumping for Insanity = bad idea) with it being over 100 degrees outside? I have to turn this apartment into a temporary home? And try make this junk room into an office/guest room.
Ohh so you're thinking, wow Eimile. You had such a hard life. You had to stay at home all day relaxing and not working and doing fun housewifely stuff without 50 kids crawling all over you. I know. Dramatic. But I figured out how to balance all those things pretty quickly, and I was almost...bored...ready to start grad school.
That's when the break down came. My first week of grad school I was convinced that there was no way I could keep up with cooking, chores, working out, blogging, & relaxing while going to school full time (we are talking 50 hrs a week here)! I was scheming already to find a part time job.
Now, fast forward 4 weeks into grad school. I've figured out that making gourmet meals every night just isn't going to happen. Not to mention I have a wonderful husband that makes dinner occasionally (you have to realize that he commutes and hour to and from work, so it's usually 6:30 by the time he gets home; my school is 5 minutes away.)
I'm also starting to get the hang of shopping within a budget. And doing chores when I have time. And occasionally I find time to work out (still a work in progress). So, once again, I'm ready.
I'm still trying to find my niche in B-Town as far as "extracirculars" go. And building a community in my church. But I think I'm getting it. Baby steps.
I guess I expected to be an expert at being a grown up and being a wife immediately after getting married. Not true.
So I'm holding out and holding onto to God who sustains me even when I feel inadequate.
Isn't it weird how it feels like you should just become an adult overnight? I mean, my age says I am, but I am SO not. I have so much left to learn! Things like this always take time, but it sounds like you are adjusting well! :)
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