The Shoe Doesn’t Fit

I am in a little bit of a mid-week funk. Nothing exciting is going on… just the daily grind of work, but there are plenty of things I’d like to do (as you guessed, none of the things I want to do are at work). Josh has been studying for first Hebrew exam… and I’ve been working. There is a big event for our customers this week (I am not going- my boss told me I could if I wanted to, but that he’d rather I take his place so he didn’t have to go… that’s when I said thanks but no thanks).

The past couple days at work have been super busy, which has been good, but have left me tired. Also getting up around 6 am… that has left me tired. Josh and I have been walking in the morning, until this morning because I have big old nasty blister on my heel. I need new walking/running shoes, and that is always a struggle for me. I get blisters really easily (enter: topic I don’t want to talk about, but it’s called hyperhidrosis), and stress out about buying shoes since I can’t tell if they will give me blisters… so I’m afraid of wasting money. The one pair of shoes I’ve had that didn’t give me blisters were a pair of Salomon shoes, and they have been since discontinued.

Work and walking have been things I’ve needed to do. Something I have been wanting to do is make creme brulee… basically since I saw it in my Better Homes and Gardens cookbook and realized that IT IS POSSIBLE WITHOUT A BLOW TORCH THINGY. (If it’s in that cookbook, it is possible.) But that requires ramekins… which I don’t have… and reminds me I still haven’t looked to see if my little Pyrex storage set is oven proof, because those could work.

Honestly, I’m struggling to find joy in this day. I’m tired, I miss my husband, and I feel restrained by our self-imposed tight budget (saving for the new place and working on putting money back into savings after buying the car), and I want to cook. Josh and I spent some time this weekend dreaming together. We talked a lot about kids names (train wreck- good thing we have a lot of time to think about it- Josh, October is NOT A NAME!!!!!!), and I talked about what I hope our new place is going to be like, and how nice it will be to have a table, and a place for people to stay with us… dreams. Maybe I need to dream more.

Right now I’m dreaming about fall. I’m excited for fall but this made me burst out laughing: http://www.buzzfeed.com/laraparker/things-all-basic-white-girls-do-during-the-fall#450hxck. IT IS SO TRUE YOU GUYS. Also, it’s not truly Fall until you have to wear sweaters to keep warm. At that point, when I am able to wear my brown boots and tights, I will start making my pumpkin bread and warming my pumpkin candle. If I’m not wearing a sweater and boots, it is not Fall and I don’t need anything pumpkin.

Now I’m finding joy in a future event (Fall!), but not the present. So, an exercise my mom made us do when we complained: 5 things I’m thankful for.

  1. I’m thankful that Josh went to sleep with me last night instead of staying up and doing his Greek homework.
  2. Date nights.
  3. The comfy knock-off Toms I’m wearing today. Oh, sweet comfort.
  4. We HAVE a savings account. (I hear that’s uncommon for people our age.)
  5. Homemade salsa.

Wednesdays are normally date nights, but Josh needs to study for Hebrew… so we’re having leftover pancakes for dinner, and I am spending an evening with my crafts and Netflix. (Josh is taking me out tomorrow night and I’m pretty excited.)

Finally, I usually don’t watch videos at work… but this one I did, and it made me laugh so hard. You’re welcome. http://youtu.be/K4R17EQs2dI

 

Josh,

I’m glad we’re a team. If we weren’t completely unified in this whole seminary thing, life would be even harder. I miss you. I know we’re getting into the thick of the semester, and that sometimes you need to spend more time with Greek and Hebrew than me. That’s ok… because I know you guard the time we have together. I’m looking forward to our date night tomorrow, instead of tonight, and I believe 110% that you are going blow this exam out of the water. I am so glad that I don’t have to do the boring or the hard days by myself, and that every work days ends the same: coming home to you.


Love, Mrs. Cornelissen

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