A Proud Day for Geology

So as soon as Mr. E got a job here in lovely California he started talking about how he was going to have to take this big expensive super hard two day test to become a licensed nerd geologist. He send in all his crazy forms and his work paid the ridiculous fee ($700) and then we waited and waited and waited to hear that he would be allowed to take the test and Mr. E tried to study and we both tried not to freak out when we found out that Senor Pants’ due date was the same freaking date as the test. That is offered once a year. And we had a lot of fights about how I would give birth alone if I had to (this was my opinion) but that no matter what Mr. E would be taking that test, because if he passed it, it meant a huge huge huge pay raise, immediately.

And then we never heard from the a holes at the test place and I grew more and more pregnant and Mr. E placed more and more confused and increasingly frantic phone calls to the aholes and still we heard nothing. And then I pushed an entire human being out my cha cha with NO pain medicine whatsover and since Senor Pants was thirteen days early, Mr. E started to sort of half assed study for the test again so he could run off and take it while I breastfed every six minutes and then we found out while my mom was here that he wasn’t going to be allowed to take the test anyway because despite the fact that he is Super Geologist and has a PhD for god’s sake and also has taught geology to millions of young minds at one of the premiere academic institutions in the world the board people had decided that he didn’t have enough experience with geology as a whole and he was DENIED.

I tried not to freak out but I must admit I had a little mini breakdown at the thought of how this whole baby plus stay at home mom thing was going to work out without the huge raise, but that was the year that Mr. E also didn’t get a Christmas bonus that we thought he was going to get and our dryer broke and our heat bill was $340 dollars and we found out the true craptacular depths of our insurance and we didn’t get to skip a loan payment at our credit union like we used to be able to and so that was the year that god taught me not to count on money until it was clenched in my hot little hand. So we made do used it up and blah blah blah and lo and behold many many many many people complained to the powers that be about their wickedly stupid requirements for test taking permission and they decided to hold an extra test, a special never seen before magical one more time super duper last ditch chance, and Mr. E was allowed in this time, although we had to pay the fee ourselves since the previous one HAD NOT BEEN REFUNDED and if you thought that didn’t super suck, well, you’d be wrong.

So Mr. E was working his main job and helping with Senor Pants and teaching at night two times a week AND studying for the super test of his life. It was HARD. Hard for me, harder for him, hard for Senor Pants. Mr. E studied a lot, but probably not as much as he should have, and then he hauled ass off to Sacramento and stayed in a dumpy motel and took his test and he said over and over and over again that he totally had not passed. Every person who asked him, every time it came up, he said, I SO did not pass that test.

This might have carried a lot more weight had I posted this yesterday, but seriously? Mr. E is one of the most smartest people I know. True genius, that boy is. I totally knew he passed that test.

And guess what? He totally did! He passed, he passed, he passed! I am so thrilled. So thrilled. It feels like someone finally cut us a break. Finally.

I have heard the large and fabulous raise is actually closer to $12 dollars a month, so I am really looking forward to all the diamonds and porn I will be able to buy with that.

Life is good. Congrats, Smarty Pants.