Exhaustion

The one word that could describe my entire MEA break and return to work would be exhaustion. Not all bad, necessarily. Maybe a better way of putting would be sleep deprivation. Or irresponsible sleeping pattern, but neither of those are one word, so you see, they just wouldn't work for my purpose.

Thursday we got up early for a visit to Red Wing to see the... what would I call them?... grand-in-laws? That should get the point across, anyway. I know you're an intelligent person, I believe in your comprehension skills. Anyhow, Red Wing is a darling little city and G and I always love to visit there to see his grandparents. While there, we saw the world's largest boot at the Red Wing shoe store, wandered around a new furniture consignment shop, the name of which escapes me but I wish I remembered because it's a place worth visiting, and we took a peek into a confectionery that was started in somebody's home; it has now become an adorable little candy shop in which you can view local art and actually watch them make sweets through a window looking into the kitchen. We had a fabulous time.

Friday into Saturday I spent the night away from my darling husband for the first time since our move to enjoy some "girl time" with his mother, sister, aunts, and cousins. We trashed an aunt's house making adorable little flowers for headbands, hair clips, and pins, and ate a ton of junk food. I hardly ate for the rest of the weekend, which caused G some strife but I really just felt like a log as it was. It was worth it, though, because we all had such a wonderful time and I adore his cousins, and they are very expressive in their admiration of me. My husband got to spend some good quality time with one of his brothers while I was gone, but was very happy to have me home and clung to me like a toddler seeing his mommy for the first time in three weeks (which actually happened to him when he was three and his mother went to Europe, so I should be more sensitive toward his needs, but it was quite sweet!).

After a long weekend of late nights and early mornings, one would think that a woman with a new job would learn when to say enough's enough and catch up on sleep, but not this cookie. Oh no. Last night was my good friend's 21st birthday, and I hadn't seen her or really heard from her in several weeks. We were due for some catching up and of course I couldn't decline her invitation to go out with her fiance and friends, so I agreed to meet them last night. My plan was to be home by about 11:00, but I had to make alterations after receiving a call at ten that she wasn't out of her Bible study group yet. We ended up meeting around 10:30 and staying for quite some time due to slow service. I don't blame the waitress, it was late, and they were getting ready to close, so of course it was a little slow. However, when I got in the car to leave and saw 12:10 on the clock I about had a panic attack! It all would have been fine any normal day, I can handle it, but let's not forget what today was. The big job interview!

I had coffee this morning. I ate breakfast. I got a ride to work instead of walking. I tried to do what I could to gain or save energy. I was bleary eyed and my response time was not so sharp. But I think the interview went fairly well. The closing remarks sounded promising and they expect to have a decision by early next week. Keep praying, guys! I know that if I don't get this job it's just because somebody better suited for it was chosen, which would be the best thing. It really is a big job, with a lot of responsibility, and the mental and educational well-being of children are at stake, so what is really important is not that I get the job, as much as I've enjoyed my time there, but that the right person is chosen.

Dinner tonight: Italian baked chicken and spaghetti with tomato basil sauce. Mmmm...

Blog #14, done! Pray!