So I was convinced, that since I was so busy this falls, between field hockey, school and finishing my Master's, when Michael left I would be fine. And I am busy - today I got up at 5:45 (I have to now let the dog's out and feed them, which use to be Michael's job), then got ready for my day. I had a staff meeting after school, running to the bank at lunch because after school I had hockey, and then had to run thirty minutes up north to have a meeting with my professor. Well, she didn't show up until six due to traffic, so of course, I didn't get home until around 7. Then I took Rocky for a run, fed the animals, took a shower and finally ate dinner around 8. Whew...now that is busy (and I am exhausted...if only I could sleep). Now one would think that this would keep my mind off of Michael - I was wrong again. Instead, during all of this craziness, I found myself thinking about him every single minute of the day, and I am not exaggerating. I literally don't think there was a minute that I didn't think about him - wondering what he was doing, if he was alright, if he was missing me as much I was missing him. I was apart from him during my four years at college, but I never felt like this during our time apart. Maybe it's because I know where he is going, or because I don't really know when I will see him again. In college I always had an end date...it was never more than a month away. I know I should see him again next month at some point (hopefully), but after that it could be six months. Talk about depressing. Here is my advice to everyone out there - hug your husband, fiance, boyfriend as much as humanly possible, and don't fight about stupid things - in the end it doesn't matter.
On a side note, I have started counting weeks instead of days due to the depressing factor of a number over 100. Instead of 360 days to go, we have 52 weeks. A little bit better!
About Me
- Kelly
- I am a 4th grade teacher and love my job, even if I do need a glass of wine at the end of the day sometimes! I have been married to my amazing husband for over five years now and love every second we are together. We have survived a year deployment to Iraq and are happy to be together again. We welcomed our first child, Patrick, on April 2, 2011. He is truly a blessing! I started this blog as a way to keep Michael updated on my life if we couldn't talk, and for my friends at school!
Before our long year began...
Together again after our long year apart
Patrick James
Welcomed with love on April 2, 2011
Wedding Day
3 comments:
I need a running partner so you can send Rocky down here...that way you can sleep later. I just bought some new shoes from http://www.kellysrunningwarehouse.com/cgi-bin/affiliate/krw/Home.jsp I know the name is pretty ironic. They should be here by Thursday. I'll let you know if it's a legit site and I actually get what I ordered since the deal was almost to good to be true. I'll probably get a pair of pink cleats instead of running shoes. I performed a successful blood draw today. Too bad the girl had no idea it was only my 8th time ever and half of those were unsuccessful. College students will do anything for money. Courtney had a parent say that she didn't like Courtney's teaching style because her daughter wasn't doing well in the class. The mom wrote "know its as if you are contradicting yourself" poor lady needs to proofread. Anyway, try to get some sleep tonight. I usually watch the shopping networks or cspan...they are pretty boring to watch and I usually pass right out.
Oh, I have been pregaming for the debate. Courtney made sure to get the big bottle of wine. I just want to hear "Maverick" at least 3-5 times.
Rocky and I have been running very well together! I have actually gotten up early this week (due to the sleep issue, of course) and ran. It's so quiet in the morning, it's kind of relaxing! I will have to visit the site...you def. need pink cleats. Maybe with a purple trim? Congratulations on the blood draw! Dubis, I would let you draw blood on me, I am sure you do fine at it. And if not, that girl is stupid anyway. Poor Courtney. Her parents suck....move up North. I miss you guys! I think I am a Maverick!
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