Tuesday, November 5, 2013


The past two weeks have been such great highs and then such pitiful freak outs. The highs were highhh. Danno registered for his very last class at UVU, we actually weren't so dirt poor we had to use the credit card (holla!), we went on a real date with PLANS and everything (dinner, movie, and a hot tub?! It was like we were 17 again), and Corbin snuggles me real tight every day. Lately I feel obsessed with time and the fact I'm running short on it. I miss Danno and having real conversations that don't focus on when he can be home so I can leave. Our date was much needed.  I feel so very stretched thin. I don't have enough time with Corbs, I don't get to work as much as I need, I don't get to see my husband except for Thursday and Saturday, and I don't have time to keep my house clean. But with all this focus on my lack of time, I love the things I get to do with the time I have. Corbin is 20 months! I love that I get to be here for his nonsense conversations about blocks and his mild freak outs watching Color Crew. We are busy- but busy is good.  We are busy with important things: family, baby, work, school, church, and Netflix (because it's good for our sanity).  I have drama-mama freak outs and lists and lists of to-do items and somehow still survive, despite what I think.

Thursday, September 26, 2013

It is September and so very nearly October.  Remember when you were a kid and it took forever for your birthday, Christmas, Halloween, show and tell day to come?  Now I feel like an old bird because I say things like, "I remember when you were born," or "I can't believe it is already (insert current month."  I'm 26 peeps.  You round those digits up and I'm 30.  Let's not be dramatic, I know I'm not old.  But sometimes I feel it when I look at what kids are wearing these days and thing "uggggggggg."  We even have life insurance for heavens sake.  Why the age rant? Well, because my husband now has a light at the end of the tunnel for school.  It is going to be the May.  May will be the month when we both shout from the rooftops of our independence from more tuition/student loans/ and H-work.  You can substitute hell for the H if you want.  I know we do.  Then we won't be students anymore (you know, if he doesn't get a masters).  I am happy to grow up to that.  I'm happy with all the progress we have made in the last year.  I'm proud of HIM for all he does ALL the time.  In the midst of working full time/ full time student, he has managed to get 2 jobs offers, 2 raises, and real buff.  I love seeing where we take our little life every day.  I love seeing our boy grow up.  Life is really good, even when it is really stressful and hard, it is happy.  And that is just pure awesomeness.