I wish I could say there is a light at the end of my tunnel of insanity.
But alas, there isn’t one.
Sometimes being a resident and a wife and having a life is discouraging. Sometimes because it is so hard to do it all.
But, on a bright side to my frustrations, I do have a supportive program. I may have a million expectations and things to do. But, it is also a place where the staff person I worked with on call this weekend offered (insisted, really) to take my pager overnight for a few hours so baby and I can get some sleep. And where I get encouraged to go to appointments and eat.
And I have a supportive husband. Who picks me up late and is okay with a haphazard supper (again). Who puts up with my hours of studying and pauses the TV when the pager beeps and who lets me take the car when I have a chance to go to a church ladies’ movie night.
Plus, I have outside friends who try to get it.
And a kind of cuddly and entertaining cat (with a bald spot that is finally growing in (that is a story for another time)).
And of course, I have a great Saviour who is the reason I can do and be all of these things and get through the day.
There are lots of things to be thankful for amidst the crazy.