Dale and I have transitioned into a routine that is different than our efforts even 6 months ago. And none of you guys know about it.
First thing you should know is that Dale and I are a team. Our goal is to one day have a family.
Working towards that Goal, Dale has been working on finishing his degree, and I (who finished my undergrad in April ’09) have been working at Utah Department of Workforce Services.
Dale wakes up with me Monday through Thursdays at 6:00am, even though he doesn’t have class until 8:00am. I work 10 hour shifts and commute into Salt Lake, and the marathon work weeks are so much more of a comfort when Dale is there with me in the morning to share in teases and hug in passing. We get out the door (hopefully) before 6:45am, and hold hands in the car until I have to drop him off at school.
I make it 38.7 miles into work by speeding, tailgating, and cutting off those who dare to venture under 75 in the fast lane (hopefully) on time at 7:30am. The workday is usually a blur, but I’m developing jokes with my co-workers, and occasionally I get to see people who have been in crisis as they get jobs and begin to be able to meet their bills.
I call him on my morning and afternoon breaks and I like to be involved in his life and have him hear about mine, even though we spend half of the week away from each other.
While I’m gone Dale has been studying and going to class, walking back and forth to our apartment and exercising on our retro 90’s Nordic Track. He produces top grade quality papers and homework assignments in record time, usually able to clean up the house and find something fun for us to do that night and be free for me when I get home.
I make it back (usually) by 7:00pm and am always welcomed by a husband who drops everything to let me melt into a cuddly hug. Our evenings are filled with good food, friends, and entertainment, and Dale helps me by going to bed with me by 9:30 each night. So proud of my selfless husband, and so lucky to be with him.
Weekends are spent recovering from the marathon, usually in a coma and appreciating several good movies and online TV shows.
Yeah, not too adventurous, but it's our life, and we're being happy. I thought the world could use a little more of the simple sweetness in what I posted today.
First thing you should know is that Dale and I are a team. Our goal is to one day have a family.
Working towards that Goal, Dale has been working on finishing his degree, and I (who finished my undergrad in April ’09) have been working at Utah Department of Workforce Services.
Dale wakes up with me Monday through Thursdays at 6:00am, even though he doesn’t have class until 8:00am. I work 10 hour shifts and commute into Salt Lake, and the marathon work weeks are so much more of a comfort when Dale is there with me in the morning to share in teases and hug in passing. We get out the door (hopefully) before 6:45am, and hold hands in the car until I have to drop him off at school.
I make it 38.7 miles into work by speeding, tailgating, and cutting off those who dare to venture under 75 in the fast lane (hopefully) on time at 7:30am. The workday is usually a blur, but I’m developing jokes with my co-workers, and occasionally I get to see people who have been in crisis as they get jobs and begin to be able to meet their bills.
I call him on my morning and afternoon breaks and I like to be involved in his life and have him hear about mine, even though we spend half of the week away from each other.
While I’m gone Dale has been studying and going to class, walking back and forth to our apartment and exercising on our retro 90’s Nordic Track. He produces top grade quality papers and homework assignments in record time, usually able to clean up the house and find something fun for us to do that night and be free for me when I get home.
I make it back (usually) by 7:00pm and am always welcomed by a husband who drops everything to let me melt into a cuddly hug. Our evenings are filled with good food, friends, and entertainment, and Dale helps me by going to bed with me by 9:30 each night. So proud of my selfless husband, and so lucky to be with him.
Weekends are spent recovering from the marathon, usually in a coma and appreciating several good movies and online TV shows.
Yeah, not too adventurous, but it's our life, and we're being happy. I thought the world could use a little more of the simple sweetness in what I posted today.
Oh Mrs. Bootykoafer. I'm gonna go clean up the house like Mr. Poppins now because of this post. Love you!
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