First day of work

So, I was going to say that this is Mike's first day of work as a professional at a big-boy job, but that's not really true, since he worked at Myriad Genetic Laboratories for a year between BYU and Med school. So let's say that this is Mike's first day of work in his chosen life-long profession. From today through the 30th of this month he will be doing all sorts of orientation and training things for the Army, after which he will begin his actual intern year.

Mike has been off from any kind of work or responsibility surrounding work or school since March. At the beginning of that time, I was frankly worried that our marriage wouldn't be able to survive so much time together! During medical school, we just kind of got into the habit of doing our own things... Mike would go to the hospital, then come home and disappear into the bedroom and study until whenever he went to sleep. I would do the kids and the household things, then watch movies by myself in the evening until I would go to bed. I kind of expected more of the same at the beginning of our break, except that instead of working, Mike would just be hanging out and having fun, while I was stuck still NOT on a break.

But, I have been pleasantly surprised that the last few months have been wonderful! We have been able to do so many fun things together, and have really spent a lot of time as a family. The kids have grown even more attached to Mike, because now he has been able to go do things one-on-one with them, and be around to play with them and take care of them. This morning when the kids got up and Mike was already gone, they were asking after their Daddy. Robby kept saying, "I want Daddy! I want Daddy!" Megan asked where he was, and I told her, "He's at his hospital." And she looked at me and put her hands on her hips, "When are we going to spend time together?!?" We have all grown dependent on having our Mikey around, just in time to lose him to his intern year! But it's like I told him a few months ago, we would rather have him around spending quality time with us and then have to mourn for our loss, than to have him holed away all spring doing his own thing, and then feel no real difference when he begins his 80 hour work weeks.

So here we go! Forget med school, now is when things start to get c-r-a-z-y!!