Sometimes there is a misperception of what it's like to be a doctor's wife. First of all, I'm not a trophy wife. I don't have a maid (anymore) and I don't eat caviar (except when I'm on Kanye's expensive yacht....which I haven't been. Yet.) No, if I wanted all those things I'd be married to a brain surgeon or a plastic surgeon. Some kind of surgeon. Not a pediatrician. As a pediatrician's wife, what I get is the recurrent strep throat my husband brings home for me and the frequent questions of other mothers like.... "If my child has a stubbed toe and a fever of 99.1, should I keep them home from school?" Dude, I didn't go to medical school, but the answer on the street is "Hell, no, send that child to school!" Which usually is the right answer. At least in my house.
Sometimes when people meet me at a party and they know I pole dance and have adopted kids and I don't say much because I have social anxiety. Well, from time to time, people make judgements. Like I'm the second wife my husband picked up at the strip club and I don't talk because I don't have anything to say. And if I do say something, it's bound to be served up extremely dry with a straight face, which baffles humorless people. They just don't get me or my awkwardness. Which is a fantastic weeding out process at a party. But, sometimes, the perception remains, that I'm a gold digger.
First of all, I don't even like gold. I prefer the silver looking nickel plated jewelry that American Eagle serves up, but I'll only buy it on sale. Or at a thrift store or garage sale. Unless you want to get all snooty and call it a yard sale.
Second of all, this is the only gold digging I do....
... it's really dry here in Colorado and those pokey nuggets hurt like hell in there.
So don't judge me!