It's been a tiring one. We're also in a huge season of waiting when it comes to the army and what's next (spoiler alert: we don't know what's next) so unsettled is becoming the day-to-day feeling.
The dogs went hunting last weekend. It was windy.
And then there's a dead bird in the house (Jett's retrieved kill).
Jett started destroying this pillow (he got in so much trouble) and then Scout finished the job.
I started The Secret Keeper. It's taking some time to get into, but I think I like it better than The Lake House.
A professor I had in college said this in an article last this week. "Teacher exodus" is right. There's no incentive to stay in the field, other than loving what you do.
Lastly, I get so frustrated with my day-to-day routine simply because I haul all this to work. Scott told me to buy a gallon jug (the water at my workplace is borderline undrinkable so I take my own), but I finally just bought a 48 oz Nalgene. That might help. I'm sooooo tired of filling up water bottles before I leave the house in the morning. I thought about keeping bottled water at work, but it just seems wasteful. (Right?)
