As if this blog weren't already an overly-sappy love note to my wife.
But I'm gonna have to write about Jamie again, because there's no doubt in my mind this fortune refers to her.
Jamie has been having a tough go of it lately. And it's easy to see why. Not only is she working a full-time job that requires her to clock in at seven a.m., she's also a full-time student, attending classes four nights per week. And, she has to put up with me.
Now, I worked during college, but I didn't really work. I was a student employee at the school's bookstore when I attended community college (never more than 20 hours per week), and by the time I advanced to my four-year university I was working odd jobs in the newspaper industry. At my busiest, I was an assistant editor at a local paper, working about 30 hours per week while carrying a classload of 12 to 15 hours.
I was 20 years old, which is to say I was young. And having a 30-hour-per-week job while going to school full-time nearly killed me. Only my superior intellect allowed me to maintain an "A" average. But here's the thing: I was living at home, paying no rent or mortgage or grocery bill, and I had zero responsibilities other than school and work and an occasional errand around the house (and I did those begrudgingly - just ask my mother).
To reiterate: Jamie is working forty hours a week and going to school full time. We have a house payment and electric bills and debts and insurance and other real-life grown-up shit to deal with.
It's no secret... Jamie is my hero. And she's the loved one most important to me, not just now, but always.
When she was on her way to class tonight, I called and asked her what I could do to make her life a little easier. She was too busy to give me an answer.
That tells the whole story right there.
But I already know some of it: I can clean up after myself. Do a better job staying on top of the bills and the budget. Leave her alone when she needs it, and smother her with affection the rest of the time.
In general, I need to be a better husband.
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