Today was a productive day, even if it got off to a slow start. The boys have finals this week and we decided to reinstate the family Y membership. For a while it’s just been me and the older kids but now all of us are on there again. We were there for about an hour doing our own workout things. I’d hardly consider what I did as a workout. I did the arm straps that hang from the wall, the recumbent bike, and walked for a while.

We heard of a pastor’s family going through some serious difficulties. This put a damper on the day. I’ve said this before, but there’s the age of weddings when people marrying. Then there is time of babies and more babies and child rearing. Now there is this age of people divorcing or separating or having decades of problems demanding solutions. This seems to be the path that most of us are on unless somehow God intervenes.

I saw an Instagram post from a man who was known for his writings on manhood and strength. Some of his most popular posts were about marriage and helping women understand men and vise versa. He’s been MIA for over a year after being infrequent in his posting due to a serious illness he could find no cure for. His return post included the story of how God has healed him, and the processing of his wife filing for divorce.

At the end he mentions how he’s seeing someone new, a person he reconnected with that he knew from his teen years. And even though all of this has been terrible and his own kind of hell and humbling, he’s the happiest he’s ever been. I’m glad that those stories exist for some people. The first spouse is often the unfortunate guinea pig and receptor of all of the immaturity and stupidity of the two who have never done this.

I say all this openly. I just feel like there has to be room for the stories of the people who learned and made it work, who found happiness and friendship in their personal and romantic lives without it causing confusion and disappointment for many others. I want marriage to actually make me holy, and not have it be the place for my absolute worst shown sins and behaviors. The path is difficult and long but I am not giving up.

Apparently I have nothing much to say about these days. I’ve finally reached the point where Advent doesn’t feel like this massive to-do list with runaway times. I do not even know how to fathom this, but I have almost felt bored, looking at the calendar and thinking how is it only December 15th? I should’ve asked Hope if I could start earlier. Josh says just to enjoy the down time and I know he is right.

Well so when that hasn’t been happening we’ve been enjoying the days. Elianna was here for the weekend while my mother-in-law was in St. Louis. We decorated the tree and had our annual snack night. Miles’ family invited her to an orchestra concert in Springfield and she wore my black Christmas dress that I used to wear for the Christmas Eve church service. She wore my leggings and heart necklace.

Tonight we drove around and looked at the lights again. Josh made supper and took the boys to the grocery store. He’s trying to use vacation days that didn’t get used. I gave him two ideas that included healthy whole foods and reminders to get the staple bananas and apples. I stayed in my bed, still recovering from sleeplessness and simple joys. Dad and the boys went down to the lake and made angels.

Your sparkly strings
make me happy
Even when
you were tangled
and stuck to my hands
I always wanted
to be you
to be reborn
inside you
where I could sparkle
and capture the time

Joyful Hearts Christmas was cancelled due to snow. The kids had a snow that was called last night. This sent them to bed with excitement and peace. The whole house slept in. I spent the morning uploading time logs and filling out final evaluations. I have one remaining assignment, the one that is supposed to be something like a case conceptualization. It is due the 17th but hopefully I can make myself do it tomorow.

My heart has had that achy feeling throughout most of the week. I think it’s all related to school. I called the doctor’s office yesterday to get refill on my xanax prescription since I had none left. I can take a half dose and it helps the ache. The nurse called back to say that I hadn’t been in for a check-up since last November and it has to be within the past year. I told her I had been to other doctor visits since then this year.

Being told that I needed to come in for a $400 doctor’s visit in order to obtain a less than $3 prescription refill did not sit well with me. I told her that I just couldn’t do that right now. She said she would tell him. The healthcare situation is getting out of control in terms of affordability and cost. I do not know what the answer is but if I ever do have my own counseling practice someday I do not plan to include third party payers.

A few hours later I received a call from Walgreens saying my prescription was ready. I could’ve hugged the doctor or at least written him a thank you note. When you’re a nurse and now a therapist and you can’t even access basic health care maintenance things without having to jump through hoops, there’s a problem. This is what the practitioner-patient relationship is for, so you can truly know people and help them.

Josh and I were in town and stopped by to pick it up. He said he thought he needed to try some to see what it does. I told him I didn’t think he’d be able to feel much because you have to have at least some level of neurosis to be calmed. Since more snow is expected tomorrow we went ahead and took the kids to get a tree tonight. We found a small Charlie Brown one for exactly $30. We brought it home and I absolutely love it.

I’m still trying to wrap my mind around everything that’s happened. “I just can’t believe I’m done”, I said to my husband while crying into my pillow. “Done with what?”, he asked, and I could hardly believe it. “Oh my gosh, man. Done with school”, I said. He said he was trying to keep track of my leap-frogging thoughts. I’d heard my son’s voice out in the living room and it sounded like Ethan, and I started to cry.

Josh had just been talking about the circuit visitors, one of whom is Laura’s dad. I was telling him too that I wasn’t going to go to church tonight after all. I was too exhausted, and just have given up on trying to understand the resistance. After the first of the year he will be done there and we can begin a new chapter, one that includes him not being a pastor for at least a year. These vacancies will just have to wait.

My boss just texted me saying she has to give me a first corrective action because I am so behind on my Relias requirements. I literally laughed out loud and then laughed some more. I told her I could come in next week to get done with them. I am also needing to cut back on my hours there and change up my schedule. I just haven’t been able to go through with it because this job has been so helpful for now.

I didn’t end up wearing the beige sweater and heart earrings. Instead I wore a grey sweater with orange ones. The heart ones felt like a little too much and I decided to save those for just a day in the office. I did wear them last night. I had my last internship class with the cohort and then my last foundations class after that. I am going to write my professor an email. I wouldn’t have been able to say it all then.

I did tell my Thrive professor today that he was a good teacher, and that it even went beyond that, that he had reached the level of sage. Arya and I are going to be his last cohort of internship students. He wants to be able to focus more energies on his retreats, maybe even doing them twice a year. I wish he could see that I am on the same mystic levels, that I could do a breakout session or lead one with him.

But for this moment I truly am content and grateful.

My son and I went to town for a cultural experience of going shopping in December. I was hoping to find a sweater to wear for the last day of school and also for Joyful Hearts Christmas. The campers come Friday and leave Saturday afternoon. I felt led to try TJ Maxx first and sadly had no luck there. It was a race against the clock to stay within the window from willing shopper to an annoyed one. We went to Target, then nowhere else.

I bought another beige sweater. My son said he thought it seemed like I already had one like that. I still have not figured out where to shop that will let me find clothes that fit my body and style. I also found a pair of double heart earrings with an arrow shooting through them. The color was that softer, more pinkish red I like more as a color. I have another beige heart sweater, two heart necklaces, and a now a set of heart earrings.

We browsed the Lego section. The boxes are already so picked over. He picked out a package of sour skittles at the self-check out station. The nice check out lady came over and helped us because he scanned the skittles on a crinkled part of the bag and it froze the machine. We walked outside and saw the far off van. I said to him, see that van? I told him now we will walk to the van, and we will thank God for the gift of health and youth.

My Monday night class was cancelled again on the last night. She sent out an email telling us to enjoy our break and to turn in something that looks like a case conceptualization. She said she knows everyone has been struggling to get to the end of the semester including her and she wanted us to engage in some self-care tonight. I was actually disappointed this time that we didn’t get to have our last class as a group.

I had a session today at Thrive and then a video review with the supervisor. He has to review a video per semester. As I was packing up he asked if I was any closer to making a decision about where to go workwise. Of the three places that I have considered, I have talked myself into and out of each one. During our meeting I got an email from the Hope supervisor saying that room availability and part-time position had opened up.

Hope is the only place that gets me excited, so I was happy to hear from them, in that calm and grounded way. She gave me dates to set up a meeting for after the first of the year.

I’ve been telling the kids for years that we’re going to have a small Christmas but then I never go through with it. This is the year I think it finally needs to happen. The other day I looked up my student loan account after not paying any more attention to it since two years ago when I first took them out. It didn’t have me scheduled for any repayment until 2031. In the past two years there has been nearly $3,000 in interest accumulation.

So that was disheartening. I’m definitely ready to be making money at this point. Before that can happen my degree has to post and then all that information has to be sent in to the licensure board so I can be issued a license. The whole process takes anywhere from 6-12 weeks. I feel like Thomas after Jesus’ resurrection. It’s like until I see all my grades on the screen and pass the last grading day I will not believe this is actually over.

Josh’s mom and sister and family will be on a cruise over Christmas. I told the kids there are several ways we could do this. Instead of buying tons of presents, I could focus on having a few really great meals. We could go see the David movie as an experience gift. It’s not like they wouldn’t have any presents at all, it just would not be the focus.

I’ve been thoroughly spoiled for my birthday over the past several days. Wednesday evening after church there were five presents on the floor. Two of them were different kinds of socks, a set of long ones and short ones. Another was a long white scarf. Another was a set of white mittens. The last one was a white snow hat.

So I was happy with all of those. I’d also said (before this) that all I really wanted for our basement to smell good and for our house not to smell. So yesterday when I came home from my CPR certification class, the house smelled like apples and cinnamon that were simmering on the stove. This is something my mom used to do.

And then in the evening the boys went downstairs and sprinkled some sort of baking soda mixture all around the basement. They had picked up all the legos and all the things on Ethan’s floor that I haven’t yet had the inspiration to deal with. Dad came home from an elder’s meeting and told the boys to vacuum up the powder.

So then I was supposed to go downstairs to smell it. I was finding all of this very amusing and sweet. I have thought at times that I might have to accept that new carpet might be one of those things that never happens in this lifetime, and could I be okay with that? In my mind the carpet would be the last thing the house needs.

Tonight we all went to Cancun, the little Mexican place in town. After that we drove over to watch the light show. I haven’t really gotten into the Christmas spirit much yet but this little drive helped. It at least got me thinking about it. For school today I did an online final and finished the required sexual harassment training video.

It was nice to have some blue skies and sunshine today. The day began early with some frequently interrupted sleep. We were together in the middle of the night for a while and then I ended up moving to the guest room thinking maybe that would help. I let the cat stay in there which as a mistake since I know she scratches at the mirror in the middle of the night for no apparent reason. So I eventually put her out in the halllway.

And within another round of dreams and drifting back off to sleep I awoke to the sound of the same cat fighting in the hallway with another. By this point I had reached irritation levels and I was grateful that this remains more or less now a foreign and unfrequently visited state. I fell back asleep and was soon awake again at the sound of boys taking their showers. The pipes in our walls are loud in the mornings.

So I was up after that but made up for it later. The afternoon was spent catching up on the naps I had missed in the night. There was one in the early afternoon and when I woke up I knew it had not been enough. Dad left for chapel and came back with me progressing from a second nap. The boys came home from school and I eventually came out to work on the pizza crusts. Before that we took a wintery walk outside in the paths.