The Hardest Time of the Week

I am so grateful to have a husband who works hard at work and works hard at church. In fact, he works so hard at church that he leaves for church 2 hours before the rest of us.
The most difficult time of the week is the hour before church begins. There is no other time of the week that everyone in the family has to be ready to go, looking their best ... simultaneously ...

Made breakfast. Doing good. Time to walk out door for church.

Get church bag together, gather crayons, pencils and activity books.

I get Brock dressed, uh oh, where are his shoes? Search house. Cougar knew all along.

I get Juliet dressed, uh oh, she sneezed ... a big messy sneeze.

Brock found a sucker somewhere and it is now all over him. Clean that up.

Cougar says he's ready, but has failed to remember, socks and shoes, or brushing his teeth or hair.

I pull my clothes on. We head out door. I go for my church bag, but it's gone! While I was pulling my clothes on Juliet took by bag and dumped the whole thing out on the floor of her room. Pick it all up.

Brock won't leave. Pretend to leave him. He screams. I go back in to get... huh, can't remember.

Oh yea, my purse.

Shoot, I forgot snacks. Church starts in 1 minute. Crap. Should I even bother? Well, we are all dressed.

It's not all roses.

I was just telling a good friend:

"So many of the writers on the DoctorWives blog seem have an 'all roses' experience and that just hasn't been my experience. It's been a hard, lonely, expensive, humbling, and trying experience. I also have a VERY hard time seeing a light at the end of the tunnel. Some people can ride on knowing its all going to be worth it one day, but I live in the now and have a hard time imagining the fruitful future.

I think that there are others whom have not had the "all roses" experience as well, so I post my frustrations along with my victories. It's no fun to struggle alone! That's why I've tried to be real and share my real thoughts and feelings candidly. I will think twice before doing it again."

Legally Binding Move

So we are legally bound by the match to move to Knoxville. Of course we have almost no money left after closing on our house and yet we are legally bound to be in TN by July 1. No reimbursement. Nothing. We just have to find some way to get there.

Ugggghhh. I refuse to use the church. If Chad were ever available to help someone ELSE move than maybe, but NO.

Good News

My physician loan finder found a physician loan at SunTrust Bank. I guess we'll give that a try.

Physician Loan - going going GONE

Okay, so nevermind. I got an email from my mortgage lender at Bank of America that read:

Subject: Bad News

"BofA announced yesterday that this program is going away! I certainly apologize for any inconvenience that this may have caused."

What the heck is going on in this country? Are you kidding me? Where a doctor with near perfect credit can't get a home loan for a small starter home after 9 years of schooling, one year of training, and 4 more of training still ahead.

Physician Loans going Bye-Bye

With everything going on with the banks, the banks are closing down their physician loan programs. We may barely get a home loan by the scruff of our neck. It is so hard for us to qualify for a typical mortgage because of our obscene debt to income ratio. That's WHY physician loans exist.

This is our first house to buy and now it looks like I'm going to have to go pick it out alone because Dr. Husband doesn't get any time off to help me go look. Arg!!! He is so freaking picky too. I am freaked to try to do this by myself.

Paintballing Sucks

So I get roped into paint balling, which is like the worst (and nerdiest) sport ever. I once went with my work at Fox TV and thought it would be fun, but it wasn't. It hurts. I was black and blue at the end and decided it was the stupidest game I've ever been a part of.

But all the women surgeons were going and were really excited about it so I would look like a wet blanket if I didn't want to go. Grudgingly I agreed. When we got there I got my gun, face mask, and paint balls. As we were getting ready to run out into the freezing windy wild Dr. Husband looked at me and saw the dread and terror in my eyes.

In actuality, only three of the women surgeons were playing and the rest were men. All the wives and girl friends and a surgeons were just there to watch. Dr. Husband took it all in and gave me an out. He said I didn't have to play. YAY! Oh I was so happy to sit out in the bitter cold and NOT be pelted by paint balls.