Domestic Life Makes Me Tired

Hello, poor neglected readers (both of you)! Things are hectic as usual, and this time I won't apologize for not posting. It's my blog, after all. I'll post when I want to.

My clinic is changing its hours, and that leaves me even less precious time with my new husband and new home, not to mention studying for my Board exam a week away! (That makes me queasy just thinking about it...) I now work from 7:00 am to 6:30 pm three days a week, from 2:00 pm to 6:30 pm one day, and from 7:00 am to 12:00 pm one day. Add a roughly 30 minute commute on to either end of that, and you'll see that I don't get home until about 7:15 four nights a week. Then by the time we cook, eat, and clean up after dinner, it's about 9:00. That leaves me about an hour to look at my husband, study, clean, or do anything else before going to bed early so I get get up at 5:00 am. I hate it. A lot. Hopefully after I get my permanent license we can change our hours again so we aren't working such terrible late evenings all week.

I can't even remember what we had for dinner in the past week or two. Probably nothing terribly creative or delicious. Sorry.

My apartment is finally finished. Decorated, organized, and finished. And now we're probably going to move. Why? Because we unknowingly picked a terribly apartment complex. Not because of the location. Not because of the neighbors. Because of the management. We have some serious issues with out apartment that we have been asking for THREE MONTHS now to be fixed, and nothing has been done about any of it. Our lease is up on October 31, and we have to give 60 days notice before moving out, so we have to decide by the end of this month if we stay or go. We're leaning towards going, despite the incredible hassle it will be to move. If the management can't do something as simple as having pest control come out, they don't need our hard-earned money. So now we're on a halfhearted search for new residence. Headaches.

I have also decided that I am going to launch a campaign against my weight. I should be in the prime of my life. I should have never looked better than on my wedding day. I should be active and out doing everything I want to do. And I am not. I cannot dress the way I want to because manufacturers don't make clothing that fits me that I believe to be fashionable. I don't think of myself like I should. I don't like photos of myself. Enough is enough. And although it sounds stereotypical, I am going to start next week. I want to do this right. I want to give this the effort it deserves, and I cannot do that until after my test. So I will wait another week. And then you poor dear souls will get to hear about another angle of my life. Adventure, here we come!

But first, we study.