My husband Clay is quite the score.
I scored big when I met him. The company he goes to work for will also score big- he’s a smart guy and talented coder. I went to his induction into the Upsilon Pi Epsilon (computer science) honor society last week, and he swept me off my feet again, so professional in his dress shirt, khakis, and tie.
This is Clay’s last week of college (hopefully ever) before finals and graduating with his computer science degree- his second. Even before graduating, he’s applied for lots of jobs and already had a couple of phone interviews. Graduating doesn’t guarantee him another job right away, but he won’t be working full time (at night), going to class and interning in the morning/early afternoon, and sleeping in the late afternoon/evening. It’s a relief.
Working nights provides for a crazy schedule. I dread waking him up at night because he’s sometimes grumpy (who isn’t after only 4-5 hours of sleep?), and I’m about to go to bed, so it’s not like I get to spend time with him besides recapping my day. Some days, I’ve been sick or extremely tired and fallen asleep before seeing him when he wakes up at 10:30, to go to his nightshift job as a chemist. He’s sacrificed most every moment of free time for the past two years working toward this degree.
So many people don’t understand. When Clay started interning at my company a few months ago, a coworker/friend asked me if we were going to lunch together now that he’s there. Unfortunately, no- he had internship hours to fulfill and ate at his desk or when he left the internship. I have couple friends who cook dinners together, go to plays or games in the evenings, things like that. We go on a date once a week, but usually spend Saturday nights wearing fuzzy socks and watching World’s Dumbest (while he codes).
Some running friends ask if I’m doing big-time, out-of-town races- the same friends travel to them with their significant others. I don’t feel safe driving to another city, staying in a hotel (alone), getting up at 4 AM (alone), going to a big race (alone), and crossing the finish, without someone waiting at the end. And of course- when the *only* time you get with your significant other is on a weekend, I feel slightly guilty about spending all weekend out of town running.
The possibility of enjoying the occasional lunch together, weekend trips, getting a dog, buying a home someday, and enjoying the rest of our 20s before we decide to have kids. After two years of this crazy college schedule, seeing the end is amazing.
Clay and I graduated together the first time around, and on May 5, 2012- five years later- we’re graduating together again.
Even if only one of us is actually walking across the stage.