Struggling...

...to say something clever.

I am tired- went to bed WAY too late last night and the night before, so when my alarm went off this morning, way too early, might I add, I did the smart thing: I hit snooze- a few times. It only seemed logical. So, then, I decided to just lay in bed and talk to Gabe while he got ready for work because I was in denial about being a working wife, with a job that requires me to actually show up. Yeah, it sucks sometimes, but I'm grateful that I have not only a job, but a place that I don't hate being at, where I actually like being around most of the people I work with. Plus, my friend Monica came back today from her 3 month long maternity leave, so today's not all bad. Honestly, it's more like all good, because not only is my friend back, and not only is it payday, and I got my raise on my check, but there's also a craft show going on here on our campus, and I've already visited twice! The part about today that is bad takes us back to where I told you that not only did I hit snooze a few times this morning, and then just pretend that I had nowhere to rush to, but I failed to mention that I decided to skip my shower this morning, with the intention of taking one as soon as I got home from work, nor did I wash my hair (I can't believe I'm admitting to this, but I am human, afterall), so I just threw the hair up in a little ponytail and stuck a cute headband in to disguise the dirty bangs. Um, fast forward to 9:30 this morning when Gabe calls me at work, and says,"I scheduled an appointment for us to get new tires put on the car after work this afternoon, at 5." Um, I believe that's my allotted shower-taking-time, but we really do need new tires, so I'm going to go, greasy hair and all, to get tires, and then probably dinner with my sweet guy. Ok, so I know that this is not riveting stuff, or even interesting, but what I mean to say by writing this lengthy letter to you, my friends, is that I think I'm back. I know I said here that I don't want to write just to write, that I want to be intentional with my words, but right now, I'm so tired that I'm not sure what I want more: a shower or a nap, and I think that means I should say goodbye, and I've missed you.

I think I'm back.



Have a great weekend!