Real Housewives of Grenada

I feel like I need to make a formal apology. I always knew that being a housewife was hard work and I’ve always respected the hell out of those mothers that are juggling kids and housework and social lives and personal hygiene. But maybe I just couldn’t relate? Or a small part of me was elevating myself above them because they should just be grateful they can have children and I work full time so I’m actually paying bills? Whatever my subconscious thinks, I’m a real brat when it gets down to it. That’s the 3-year old part of me that has never fully grown up and I apologize for that as well.

When people asked me what I would do with my time while we were in Grenada, I always thought “Good question. What am I gonna do?” I’ve been either working, in school, or both since I was 18. Well, technically since I was 5, but we all know a monkey could pass K-12, especially in Utah.  I can’t legally work on the island because they reserve jobs for the locals unless you have some very specific skill set that others don’t. So a Psychology degree doesn’t really count here. Or anywhere for that matter.

This whole tangent is to shed light on the fact that I have been so busy and I had no idea that not having a job could be this much work! Okay, a lot of it is not technically work. But I have this whole new social life with the other med school wives, it’s kind of amazing. I have yoga class Mondays, Wednesdays, and Friday nights. Pool days are on Mondays and Thursdays. Bachelor in Paradise Monday nights. I just barely caught myself saying to Billy “I can’t meet up with the scooter guy tomorrow, 'cause I have Bachelor.” I can’t believe what I’m turning into.

Bingo night is Wednesday, and the Farmer’s market is that morning. And then I have to factor in when I’m going grocery shopping (which can take up a whole afternoon if I’m not careful, plus I have to plan it around the fact that the store gets in new shipments on Thursdays, so good luck finding any milk on a Wednesday). Laundry gets tricky because it can’t be on a rainy day because I have to line dry it or else it smells like BO. I also factor in how much time I need to make dinner, do my daily sweeping of the house (living by the beach is dirty!), explore every inch of Grenada, all while trying to schedule my life around Billy’s free time. Oh and I can’t forget the ceaseless F-bombing the ants as I spray them away from my kitchen. Just kidding, I only say the F word when I’m golfing. 

I also try to devour as many mangoes as I can in one day. Am I the last person on this earth to discover mangoes? I’m obsessed! Anyway, I had no idea how productive/exhausted I could feel just keeping a household for two running! So, I sincerely apologize to everyone that “stays at home”, because I have been subconsciously judging you when I had no idea what it was like. It was ill founded and you are now my heroes. And now I’ll shutup, because I just realized that I wrote a whole blog post about my weekly schedule and that can’t possibly be interesting to anyone else, even my mother. So here are some pictures!

 

At the SGU White Coat Ceremony. Can I keep him?

Obligatory "we dressed up" selfie

 

You can't really see, but our friends gave a local boy a ride up the hill and there was no room in the car, so he hopped on the back hood. Grenada, man.

Grand Anse Farmer's Market. Mangoes and avocadoes and eggplant, oh my! 

Luckily, I made friends with a starfish whisperer and I always happen to be with her when she finds them. My second so far!

And I really wanted to make friends with this kid. He was just floatin' in a life jacket 5 sizes too big, pondering the mysteries of the world.

I was one number away from winning a dinghy. Earlier, I was one number away from winning 4 pigs, but I wasn't too upset about that one.