Back to the grind

Tonight I will be alone at home withy boys for the first time in six weeks. I think there is a little bit of both joy and trepidation in there. Thanks to A's early December vacation coupled with a long visit from my parents our holiday season was less stress for me. The benefit of A being stuck as an FO for years on end is that he is senior in base and gets pretty good schedules (although he will still moan about them)- he had the weeks of both Thanksgiving and Christmas off. Plus, all the days he was working, my parents were available to help with shopping, school pick ups, dinner, and once even driving to Savannah (4 hr round trip) in the rain on a Sunday night to pick up A when he couldn't get back to our home airport. I don't think I can tell them enough how much their help means to me. But now they are gone, A goes back to work this afternoon, and school is back in session. Tonight means pick up at two locations, dinner and then off to Boy Scouts for one while I attempt to keep the other one occupied. And somewhere in there chores and laundry. That's what my glamours like is like these days. 

We did have a few notable occasions in December though. A and I celebrated our eighth wedding anniversary, momentous only to us because it meant we have been married to each other longer than we each were to our previous spouses.  I still remember riding around Folsom, CA in his little Ford Focus ten years ago and the thrill I got the first time he called me his girlfriend. 

I also made it through the day that would have been my due date for one pregnancy and the halfway date of another, both of which ended in miscarriages last year. I was busy with a work assignment that I don't usually have to do so the day flew by, which was nice. We are still hoping to add to our family and hoping,too, that it doesn't take the same three years it took for the last addition. Which we also celebrated turning four just a few days after Christmas. Where does the time go?

Our final celebration was when I finally receivedy licensure from the State. It has been a two year process of supervision and an exam culminating in the state  office not marking off all my paperwork and the six week process of trying to get someone to address it. But it's DONE.

And I read 103 books this year. There were several that stuck with me this year. In fiction, The Light Between Ocean by Stedman made me cry, which is rare. The Good Father by Chamberlain, while fairly easy, stuck with me for its desperate, I messed up and it got way out of hand story with a redeeming ending. A good beach read. My two favorite biographies were Wild by Strayed which madee want to return to my backpacking in the Sierra history and is due out as a movie soon. Second was Jerusalem by Delisle, a graphic novel about his time there that really sheds light on the cultural relations there. Finally, in nonfiction, Did Jesus Exist by Ehrman was a challenge to read (it's very academic) but so interesting in explaining contradictions in the bible.

Here's wishing you few remaining readers a happy and prosperous new year!