Update...

It's that time of year again when friends become competitors and study buddies, spies.
Law school finals are in full swing and my husband has disappeared into the law library, which we lovingly term the dungeon. It's times like these he morns the loss of literature and philosophy, the days of being praised and coddled by professors and the bleeding of one's soul onto the hundreds of pages of essay and research papers. Oh to be in the safe bubble of undergrad work - which at BYU is more like a double bubble if you add the mormon bubble.

Despite David being absorbed at the moment, I can see the end he fears to hope for. In a week and a half his first year of law school will be completed! I will have my husband back for a few months and all the things we've put off doing, for lack of time, will enable us to experience a completely new Tulsa. We're also moving because $1000+ a month is ridiculous for a small 1 bedroom (on campus housing is a leech). I will loose my newly acquired job, however (I am somewhat in mourning about this), because with only one car David's career takes precedence. This summer he is interning for a judge and working part time at the Public Defender's office. Then in the fall he will also take the car to extern with the Federal Prosecutors office, which leaves me carless until December. It was hard enough finding my part time photo job, but with David's crazy schedule there's little hope of me finding a job flexible enough to accommodate us. So, I'm back to square one... again. But, I refuse to be bored and have decided on looking into volunteer work and taking some classes. I just can't go back to the long haul of interview after depressing interview- I need a cause. The "real world" is not very nice, I've decided. I thank God I am the wife and eventually the mother. I used to begrudge men for women having to carry and birth children, but, after those 6 months of searching for a job, I will freely accept labor if David deals with acquiring a job and feeding/clothing me.
Lesson learned: This economy sucks and I do not want to be a man.

Now that I will no longer have a job I must go back to the ranks of the unemployed. On a day to day basis the label didn't bother me, but it's the social stigma that is awkward. People would always ask if I had a job yet? Or what seemed worse the question, "What do you do all the time?"  How do you explain to someone who has a 10 second attention span that I have a daily routine?- which is not much different then when I was a student only now I also cook, clean, budget, run errands and do yoga. It doesn't matter what I say it always sounds insignificant compared to the pursuits of motherhood and/or employment. Sometimes when I felt a bit test-y I'd bluntly answer, "I do nothing at all, but what suits my changing whims." I have to admit I am somewhat apprehensive about returning to the insensitivity of others curiosity. (I have a theory that everyone is part sadist, which stems from the fact that while unemployed people bring up said unemployment at every opportunity, but once employed they never ask about how the job is going. They no longer have an interest in discussing employment because it is no longer cathartic for them. An over analyzation? Pah, from me? Never!)

Besides the job issue, living in Oklahoma has been enjoyable. I think David and I agree that we prefer the west with its rugged beauty, but overall we quite like it here. I'm still trying to decide if the Oklahoma summer will be worth the trade for Southern Hospitality. The winter weather was beautiful, but with the coming of summer the temperature, humidity and bug levels are rising considerably- the latter two being of most concern to us. I dislike humidity and I despise (with an unparalleled offense) insects. David's hands are currently covered in painful chigger bites, I seem to be a tick magnet and the overpowering odor of bug spray has to accompany us on all our walks and hikes. I've recently entered a state of constant itchiness- whether there are bugs on me or not. David jokes about buying me a bee-keeper's hat so we can venture back into nature. I'm seriously considering it.

To end on a tangent I would like to mention the sadness I feel about loosing, what I term as, "our kids." Over the last 7 months our primary class has grown so much and because we spend the majority of church with them, they will be who I miss most when we move. I wish I could just skip the baby/toddler phase and pop out a child with whit and humor to entertain and make me laugh. I think we spend far too much time in sunday school laughing at our students than creating a place of reverence and order. I never thought I wanted boys, but with the majority of our students being of the male variety I have taken a keen interest in birthing one or two- they're much funnier than girls.
I really hope they put me back into primary in our next ward.