This has been an absolutely chaotic month. Emilee started elementary school and the first well consisted of her not getting off the bus and me having to leave work to pick her up at the school. She started at her new at home daycare, which is in my budget so that's nice. But the daycare itself is very lax, and therefore Emilee is being problematic at home, because she needs structure, and she needs everyone to give her structure, or she's relentless. So now we are battling behavioral problems, but I think she will get there once all the new-ness of everything dies down.
I go for an ultrasound on the 5th to see, again, if they can give me any answers on what's going on with me (no, I'm not pregnant). And for results from my doctor and specialist on the 12th. This has been a long battle of trying to remain calm and patient, and I'm finally towards the end of it. My last blood work order came back ok, so they've ruled out I guess the worst of everything, now they just are getting a for sure diagnosis, if there even is anything to diagnose.
My wedding is back on, I now have a photographer, dj, a new wedding date, and a venue! It wasn't my first or even third choice venue, but I waited too long and this is what I have for now. I'll make it work, at least I hope so.
Work is exhausting. Being 3 people short is a nightmare I hope to never have to relive again, but small favors, at least it's "summer". Though it doesn't feel like it half the time, we're doing 3xs what we were doing last summer with way less manpower. It's the pitts. I think I'm getting too old for retail pharmacy. I'm going to bed lately by 9:30, I'm not even in my 30's yet. Ridiculous.
Dave did something stupid, and got himself fired from his job. We had a bad patch, but he found another one paying the same, closer to home, and with better benefits, on top of a career move in the direction he wanted, and all the employees there love it and he's actually wanting to stay local now for it instead of our big Jacksonville move we were planning for months. Which is fine by me, I like it out here. I mean. It could be better, but it's not awful. We're in the middle of practically everything at least. A part of me was angry that he found work so quickly, the petty part of me, because I felt like he learned nothing from the experience. But he did tell me that telling me what happened, and having to see the look of betrayal and disappointment on my face scarred him a bit. So maybe it wasn't all bad.
I think I say it often, but I do love this man. And he amazes me at times that I can see he loves me. It's always the little things that catch me off guard, or the smiles, or the texts. I find it amazing to be 2.5 years into this and we still have yet to really get into a fight. We've managed to work through everything, and even though him losing his job was an incredibly hard time to even look at him, we worked through that, too. I'm starting to feel like we could handle the world together. And yet at the same time, there's that part of me that refuses to go away that's always worrying about "what if?"
It's late. Goodnight!