The Bar Exam, the thing that Aaron has gone completely mad for, is exactly 72 hours away. The test that only defines the rest of our lives. The test that if for some reason does not go as planned, then perhaps, well, let's not go there. It is a very big deal that will last all day, everyday, for three entire days. I'm not expecting to see much of the hubs for those few days, so technically, I don't have 100% of my husband back. Even now, when he is in his own home surrounded by his loving family, he is still kind of "checked out" because his mind is constantly brewing Secured Transactions, Family Law, blah blah blah. But on Wednesday around 5:00 p.m., he will be a free man. Free from the insanity that is the Mississippi Bar Exam.
Aaron has worked so, so, so hard for this and hopefully, at the end of the day, he will be licensed to practice law in our great state. Well, not necessarily the end of the day, because we won't get the results until freaking September 15. But until then, I'm just going to go ahead and assume that is the direction he is heading in. So having accurately emphasized how hard he has worked to get to this point, I would like to make it clear that I never, under any circumstances, want to hear any dirty lawyer jokes. There are a few turds out there that appear to have soured the profession, but Arnie and his colleagues will soon make up for their grand foolishness and bring the legal field the respect it deserves. Ok, let me step off my soapbox real quick.
I'm back down now. Even though the next two or more weeks are going completely chaotic and busy and hectic and sad and wonderful, I have a feeling that for the first time in our lives, we are getting ready to be a normal family. We'll have a routine. No more classes. No more backpacks. No more exams. Ah, I can almost taste the gloriousness of that concept. In the very near future, Aaron will leave for work in the morning and then come home in the evening, and I guess maybe I'll start cooking food again. Clark will keep running laps through the living room and kitchen and this new little baby will continue to grow causing my ever increasing belly to bump into anything in its path. Speaking of the new baby, we have a name picked out, and it is wonderful. I can't wait to announce it. I don't even know what I'm waiting on. But anyway, I'm pumped about it all, if you can't tell.
So I'm not positive I'll be blogging for the next couple of weeks because after the Bar Exam, we are going straight to the Neshoba County Fair (Mississippi's Giant Houseparty), and two days after that we are leaving for beautiful Jamaica. And I am in complete denial that I won't see my Clarkimus Maximus for seven whole days. Holy crap, I honestly don't know if I can do it or if I'm even going to make it the entire vacation. But after that, and after I upload the 25,000 pictures I am bound to take, I will certainly spend some time on the blog because I know everyone will be dying to see me looking like a beached whale flopping around in the sand. Be thinking about us Rice's. We've got a lot going on right now.