i thought that i would sit down and write something...but it did not know what to say. i am staring into a bowl of split-pea with ham soup, trying to muster up the courage to try it. i would show you a picture, but it might gross you out. it's all green and mushy...kindof like what i'll be finding in my baby's diapers come next year. but...i know i need to eat it. you see, today is one of those days where you don't know what to do, can't go anywhere (since dave has the car at work) and have to make due with whatever ingredients you can scrounge up to make a decent meal. it's cool and rainy out, dark clouds pressing down. it's rather comforting in a way. it makes you want to stay inside curled up with a blanket and a good book. which is what i've done for about 2 hours this afternoon. then i realized i hadn't eaten anything except a yogurt this morning, and if i don't eat something soon, the nausea is going to hit hard. i need to be eating more protein and so i searched the labels of everything i had in the cupboards. what i really wanted was french toast. but it's 3 pm and i need to give this baby some nutrition. there was the split pea and ham soup, complete with a whopping 12 grams of protein. great. why did i buy it in the first place? i could've chosen to eat the chef boyardee's ravioli, but that only had 8 grams, and i've been lacking in the protein area a bit. it's all for the baby! i keep telling myself. i'm eating now, and it's not really as bad as it looks. thank goodness! maybe writing about it is giving me the stomach to take it.
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anyway, david is working again today. this is his 3rd day of working open to close. he's getting tired. i can't really complain about how lonely it is here alone all day with just my book to keep me comfort. he's been working so hard this week. his schedule has been like this. every morning since thursday, he has woken up at about 4 am. he sits at the kitchen table with his breakfast, bible and journal. he prays every night that the short hours would be redeemed by starting his day out in the Word. he tells me it has kept him going. then he gets ready for work, comes in and wakes me up around 6:15 to say goodbye and leaves. he works all day, all afternoon and all evening until around 9pm when he can finally lock up and leave. then he comes home, sits for a while to unwind, takes a shower, we talk in bed about the day and fall asleep around 10:30. and he wakes up again to face the next day. tomorrow he gets a short break and is able to go to church, but then he has to go back to work sometime in the afternoon to finish out the day. monday starts a new week with normal hours hopefully. pray that he finds new guys to hire to fill out the schedule so he doesn't have to do these insane hours. i do love my husband...he is a hard working man that doesn't complain about his responsibilities. he will be a good father. i look forward to how our children will learn and grow from his influence.
i hope that everyone's weekend is relaxing and enjoyable!