Before I jump into this week’s “finish this” post, I have a couple housekeeping things to mention:
- Did you see my post yesterday? Comment and tell me how you support the troops and/or American-made products; I’m picking one person and entering them into CK Mondavi’s grand prize drawing for a $500 donation in the winner’s name to the Intrepid Fallen Heroes Fund.
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- Have a happy hump day
My last growing pain was…this move. I’d be lying if I said moving back to Georgia was a piece of cake. I’ve really struggled to like this place again. Actually, I wrote a whole post on my dislike for this town, but my husband politely suggested I “sit on it for a night or two” before sharing my disgruntled thoughts with the world. Well, it’s been about three weeks and I still think it’s a little too bitter to share. We are definitely trying to make the most out of this duty station, but it’s just taking a lot longer than we thought. It pains me that I don’t enjoy where I am.
I grow and nurture…little humans. Well, one little human named Julia. I need to work on the nurturing part, because she’s 14 months going on 14 years and I don’t have very much patience for someone literally clinging to me the majority of the day. #toddlerlifeisrough
The guilt-free snack I enjoy most…plantain chips. Oh my word, they’re so delicious. Since potato chips are a no-no with paleo, and they’re my favorite snack in the entire world, I needed a substitute. Go figure that I find my chips from T.J.Maxx (for half the price, too)—the chili lime flavor rocks my socks off.
The best reason to stay up all night…is to chat. Granted, “all night” is really no later than 11 pm, otherwise this mama gets cranky. Our lives are so go-go-go-go, that I like those quiet moments when I’m in bed with my husband and we can just talk. I know it sometimes bugs him, because he’ll be half asleep, but I sometimes get a second wind and enjoy rattling things off my mind before I doze for the night.
If I were stranded on a desert island, I’d…draw out S-O-S in the sand, start praying, take the best nap of my life, and then probably cry (being stranded, although it sounds lovely, would be scary as all get-out! It’d be so dark and creepy at night). I’d also hope I could at least be stranded with someone cool.