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Okay, so technically we weren’t grocery shopping. We were on a mission to find sweets that don’t have chocolate. Or peanut butter. Or blueberries. We were successful. VERY successful (she types while scarfing down a handful of spice drops. YUM).

But apparently my husband does not often go to the store. Or use his brain. (Love you!)

First, while looking at a pack of Sour Patch Kids, he said, “Oh great, now they’re in the form of kids. That’s gross. Now kids, what’s next?” To which I asked what he thought he was (metaphorically) eating when he consumed Sour Patch Kids. At first he looked bewildered, then embarrassed, then I don’t really remember because I was doing my “I’m right” dance, in which I basked in the glory of my obvious rightness. I just remember that it was awesome.

Approximately 2 and a half minutes later, standing in line to buy copious amounts of candy check out, he noticed a sale section of Halloween candy and said, “I’m not sure what’s more disturbing- that there’s Halloween candy here or that they saved it and waited 8 months to put it on sale.”

I don’t think I even need to make fun of that. I’m pretty sure it does that all by itself.

I’m also pretty sure he’s not talking to me right now, but mostly because he’s embarrassed at himself. Or at least that’s what I’m going with.

Oh. my. hell. This week is eating away at my soul.

First the job. My first attempt to contact my work was last Tuesday, July 1st, at 4pm. My second attempt at contact was Sunday morning. I then called Monday morning and found out that the administrators were at a conference and wouldn’t be back until today. So this morning, I sent another email because often if it’s been more than a week since an email was sent, it never ever gets read. There’s a black hole of emails that has a motto of ignorance being bliss.

I got showered and dressed with the intention of driving down there in person today, but I called first, wherein I found out that they wouldn’t be back to the office until tomorrow, so I stayed put. And completely lost my mind. I can 100% deal with not getting this job back, but I have to know because I have to get another job if I don’t get this one back. And the school year is rapidly approaching (the school year begins early august here) and there are already very very few teaching positions available in non-public schools (I’m not being a snob, I’m not certified to teach in a public school here- Louisiana doesn’t have reciprocity with California teaching credentials, because, you know, they hold their public schools to a much higher standard…).

I also haven’t seen my husband since Tuesday and I only saw him for about 15 minutes then while we scarfed down dinner and then I dashed off to class. He’s on a rotation now that requires him to be up at 4 in the morning, so he’s asleep well before I get home at 10. While I know this is what needs to happen for his education and I support him whole-heartedly and am proud of him for working so hard, I also just miss him. You know? It’s not like I can’t go a few days without seeing him, because I can. But it just sucks that he is home at night, he’s not out of town and yet, I can’t spend any time with him.

And of course, the summer school class continues to rape my mind of any and all focus. I’m finding the math part to be really enjoyable, it’s the memorizing it for daily quizzes that I’m hating. And of course, the complete irrationality of my professor. We’re taking the course at a satellite campus from the main campus and she told us she would post the answer key to the test outsider her office at the main campus so that we’d have to “work to get the answers.” I’m not going to lie and say I was polite about disagreeing with this. It makes sense to ask us to spend time studying and to spend time reviewing the answer. It does not make sense to ask us to spend 30 minutes each way in the car to copy down an answer key that could just as easily be posted outside of the door of the CLASSROOM WE’RE SITTING IN. I won. And also, last night, she declared that she’d be grading homework for completion, so double victory. I think I’m next going to suggest that she just give us all As and call it a day.

Anyways, so I’m going to go back to half studying while compulsively checking my email just in case there’s any news. Which there won’t be. Because this is my life.

Gauging by the serious lack of traffic here lately, I think y’all may be tired of the ranting. So I’m switching gears a little bit.

Today marks 4 years since Slappy and I began dating.

4 years ago today, on a drive home from work, a very nervous Slappy asked me if I was interested in him because I had given him no indication of my feelings (a trend he would soon get used to and now that I don’t hold back any feelings, one he probably misses).

And my suave response was something to the effect of, “I wouldn’t keep going out with you if I wasn’t.” Yea, I was an ass, I know. But I was also extremely nervous because I LIKED him. I liked him from the day we met and while perhaps I didn’t love him from that first day, I reached that point not long after.

I find it hard to put my love for him in different words because I’ve already said so much about him here, but at the same time, no single blog entry will ever do him justice.

When I set out to write this, I tried to imagine my life without him and I simply couldn’t. I wouldn’t be here in New Orleans, I wouldn’t probably be pursuing a new career, and I can’t imagine that I’d be this happy. Simply put, he’s what makes me want to get up each morning. He’s what keeps me going when I want to quit. He’s what keeps me sane when I’m losing my mind. Or sometimes he joins me in the insanity and that’s fun too. The past 4 years have been challenging to say the very least, but they have also been without a doubt, the best of my life. We’ve survived and thrived beyond so many challenges and I think we’ve become a stronger pair because of it.

Yesterday Slappy and I hit our first marital milestone- 1 month married. I had thought about writing something then, but it occurred to me that the last month has sucked really rather tremendously. I wrote an email to a my friend where I mentioned that the only thing that has gone right in this month is our marriage. And then it occurred to me that that statement is possibly the best one I could make about our marriage.

In the past month we’ve been robbed, paid massive quantities of money to replace all our things, I’ve been unemployed, I’ve driven over a nail and had a profusely leaking boob (which really, on a honeymoon, is everyone’s problem). It has been a month unlike any other. And yet, everytime in the last month that I’ve said something about my husband, or heard myself called his wife, I have grinned like a big idiot.

Being married is by far the coolest thing I’ve ever done. Giving my life-long love to someone and getting theirs in return is like nothing else I have ever experienced. I feel safe, I feel unconditionally loved and I feel supported. I feel like I can conquer anything. Yes, this job situation sucks, but I know that I have someone on my side, someone who’s proud of me for making a really stupid financial decision and because of his support, I know that it will be okay. Yes, this class is slowly leeching out all my sanity, but I know I have someone at home (metaphorically speaking, he’s actually bound to the hospital for the next 2 months) who’s willing to wait it out until it returns.

Love is not something that you can easily put into words, it’s not something you can easily describe or identify to an onlooker. It is the intangible feeling that everything is going to be okay if only because that person is in your life. It’s the indescribably happiness that you feel when they walk in the door after a long day of work and it is the warmth and safety you feel when in their arms.

I might not be able to eloquently blog about love, I might not have the right words, but I know how lucky I am to have it in my life.

Happy Anniversaries babe. I couldn’t love you more if I tried.