My Husband the Exotic Animal

Matt just started his final term of MS2, and he we are so ready to be done with the classroom portion of medical school. With less than 8 weeks left, this is the last stretch before Matt starts clinical rotations, or "the fun part," as we call it. For the most part, I've been supportive. Reminding Matt of how fast the time will fly, and chanting "you're almost there, you can do it" repeatedly. Some days I dream of hiding his textbooks, deleting firecracker and Qbank off his phone, and kidnapping him to a warm beach. Unfortunately, that's not realistic, at least not until June 24th (yay Hawaii!) My reality now, that I have recently embraced, is that I'm married to an exotic animal...the kind you have to go to the zoo to see! 

Matt does love bananas... 

My husband the exotic animal, lives in the zoo where he studies, sleeps sometimes, eats, and studies some more. On most days, I only catch glimpses of him as he grabs lunch and heads out the door to school. Like visiting a zoo, you can only see the exotic animals through glass. Even with exhibits designed for guest visibility, Matt's quiet studious behavior makes it seem like he's not even here most of the time. Like any small child, I want to tap on the class (more like pound on it) to make the animal be visible. I want to make him look and notice me! Instead,  I keep my hands to myself and obey the zoo signs to not disturb the animals. Apparently, it's in his best interest, or so I've been told. If I'm lucky and patient, the zookeepers will let me feed him. At least then, I get to be up close and personal for 15 minutes. 

Thankfully, Matt's schedule is more flexible on the weekends so we generally have more than 15 minutes of quality time. Our time together is much more meaningful now that it's limited, and we try to maximize it by turning off technology and being focused on each other. It's not easy, but we're making it work. And with both of us in school next year, I may find myself in the zoo right next to Matt. :)