I feel like I should be writing a highs and lows post about the last few days but I won’t. I’m in a paragraph kind of mood.
I’m not going to even pretend that Dustin and I haven’t hit one of those rough patches that you hear about in marriages. I won’t go into details but things have been a little hard. We’re working on them and I have faith that we’ll figure things out. But if you see sad tweets from me or if you’re friends with me on Facebook feel free to give words of encouragement. And if I need to talk I know I can email, tweet and text.
So Monday night was kind of rough. Tuesday morning was kind of rough too. Tuesday afternoon Dustin came home early and we went out to dinner at one of the bars here in town. And then I had to go to bed early because I had to open at work on Wednesday.
I’m not sure how I feel about opening yet. It’s definitely easier than at Caribou. At Caribou there was always SO much to do and although we were supposed to get there half an hour early I tended to show up even earlier so I could get everything done and not have a stressful morning. At Perkins we only need to be there 15 minutes early and everything is pretty much good to go in those fifteen minutes. The only problem is that there’s this group of older people that come in around 6:30 or so. They’re used to having the same server during the week and I know they get annoyed having me because I don’t know everything they like. I’m sure it’s harder for them than it is for me but it can still be frustrating something.
However, Wednesday went pretty well and I walked away $100 richer. Not too shabby.
Dustin was home early again on Wednesday so we had hot dogs for a late lunch and then sat out in the sun by the pool. The pool is too cold to swim in yet but we were able to dip our legs in while drinking Hard Ice Tea and eating freezie pops.
Wednesday night I was kind of exhausted from waking up at 4. So we got I Am Number Four (which was good although they added things in that weren’t in the book which always annoys me) from Redbox, bought some candy and popcorn (and my favorite old fashion cream soda) and watched that and then our tape from Tuesday night’s The Voice.
So. Good days and bad. I’m hopeful we’ll get through it. We just need to take things one day at a time.
Please keep us in your thoughts and wish for more good days than bad.