Becoming Mrs. Alexander

School has started again. I can’t believe I only have this semester left! But what a busy semester it is going to be… I am nervous. And excited. But mostly nervous.

My schedule is quite strange for these next couple of weeks. I finished one class. (It was only four days) I now have a FULL week off! :) (Not that I’m excited or anything) The week after that I have 8-5 meetings on Monday, Tuesday & Friday.

But then, oh but then, I start student teaching. I embark on my twelve week journey that is a full-time job with no compensation. Well, no compensation in the form of money. Hopefully I will feel it worth my while to spend all day working for a class of second graders. :)

I am no longer working (see above full-time job) and have been able to enjoy my time at home. The time has made me long for the days when I can be a housewife. I enjoy being busy on my own time; keeping with my own set schedule; feeling extraordinarily accomplished for seemingly meaningless tasks like going to the bank and baking cookies. Because to me, those are not meaningless tasks. But rather quite the opposite. They are tasks filled with love. Love for my husband and our life together. And one day, it will be love for my children.

But this time of bliss filled with love and chocolate chips is short for now. For I will soon become Mrs. Alexander to a classroom of bilingual children. A classroom filled with children who must be served breakfast and lunch at school for the reassurance that they get fed at least two times a day. A room filled with 7 and 8 year olds who will be placed in my hands for a semester.

Wifely Duties

Today as I was cleaning house with my amazingly wonderful husband I had quite an epiphany.

I was performing the regular cleaning duties with ease: scrub toilet, clean bathtub, do laundry, etc. However, something new happened today. As I was going through the motions of cleaning my cute little house, random thoughts raced through my head. I like to call them The To-Do List thoughts. ‘Remember to water the plants! Wipe down the cabinets! Dust the fan blades! Clean the air filters!’ And so on and so forth.

And that is when it hit me. I have become my mother. A busy, productive, housewife. Now I need kids.

So here are some picture of our cute little apartment.

The Living Room

The Dining Room/Laundry Room

The Kitchen

Patience is a Virtue

After describing my overwhelming need and desire to write in my last post, one would assume I would write more often than I am. I should be more philosophical about this absence of writing but the truth is, I have no Internet at my newlywed home. I am illegally using the Internet for ‘personal gain’ on my work computer. But that is the price one pays when I have to call students to ask what they would like to do with their lives. Most of the time I rub the fact that these students are losers and have not found a job yet in their already discouraged faces.

A weight has been lifted off my chest as of today. There is just too many factors that could affect what should have already lifted this weight. But sometimes all I need is some cold, hard truth to actually begin to breathe again. So here I am; breathing my prayer of thanks that for just a while longer, my husband and I will remain just that, me and my husband.

I read an article that suggested that maybe, just maybe my ‘problems’ are an allergy. An interesting thought to say the least. But I am not completely convinced given the fact that I have a hard time believing I can be allergic to a God-given part of me. That is like being allergic to my spleen. Can you be allergic to your spleen? I guess I should re-read that article.

Well here is to actually updating my newly re-found love. Cheers.