This Mother's Day was kind of surreal. I don't really know how else to describe it. It was an extremely emotional day for me. Like I think I hit every emotion on the spectrum at least once. So I'll start from the beginning. Matt let…
I have been totally slacking with posting this week, so I do apologize (because I know y'all are all on the edge of your seats waiting...just kidding). Anyhow, I've somehow managed to find enough time and space to write a little somethin' somethin' for y'all because the
heathens babes are both napping. All the praise hands, y'all.
The moment has come that I've been dreading for the past four weeks. My husband is starting his emergency medicine rotation tomorrow. A little back story for you: he's been hanging out with me for the last four weeks because he's essentially been "doing research" and going on residency interviews. It's been good and bad. On the one hand, he's been home to help with the boys a ton, and it's been amazing to have the ability to run out by myself when I've needed to. On the other hand, he's been home. A ton.
I am sitting here typing this from a nice comfy bed in a hotel room with some good old Vanderpump Rules (trashy but amazing) a la Bravo TV playing in the background. I'm totally in my element. The hubs and I are in Greenville, SC interviewing at yet another residency program. We've totally gotten the hang of this-- I've practically gotten it down to a science at this point. Drop the kids off with the grandparents (so grateful for our families, their proximity to us, and their willingness to help us out), drive to our destination, hubs goes to dinner with the other residents while I stay in the room and enjoy some alone time, rinse, and repeat.