Holy cow! It's been over a month!

So I just got back from home and had some requests to post more often. Which I will try to do, but last month.... Well....let's just say I was living by the motto, "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all."

Last month Dave was on his first rotation of his 2nd year, it was GI (gastroenterology) which he wants to do, so he enjoyed it. I, however, didn't. He was regularly working 80-90 hrs a week. One weekend I saw him for 4 hours. The combination of never seeing your husband and wanting to go home makes me into an emotional wreck. More of an emotional wreck than what I normally am; which, I know is VERY hard to believe. I did however get flowers at work, which was very nice and thoughtful, but still doesn't replace having him home. It was hard because I was under the impression that 2nd year was going to get better and I was very disappointed.

This month should be much better though, he's on consults which means he works no weekends! One of my friend's down here, (another wife) and I were talking about how great it is to just have them home for a whole weekend, it feels so surreal. Like we live a normal life with normal hours. Her baby turned 1 in the middle of July. And it was funny, because I went over to help her set up for the party and her husband made it home and was able to feed their baby, Kate, dinner for the first time all month. It's the little things in life....

We've started going to another church here in town, well, it's in Homewood. A lot of residents go there, and one of our couple friends go there. So that's nice. Funny story though, the week before I left to go home, so about 2 weeks ago, the pastor stopped by one evening to drop off some information and to chat. Well, Oscar was in the back yard, and that the very same time I let him in, Dave had the front door open and Oscar bolted! I was out there in my bare feet running into our neighbors yard, and Oscar's running from us like it was a game. I was just worried he'd get into the road. I was yelling at Dave, and yelling at Oscar....the whole time not realizing that the nice old man standing at the door was the pastor of the new church we'd been going to. I was a sweaty mess by the time we got him corralled, and by we I mean Dave, I, AND the pastor. The secret trick: Doggie treats with peanut butter. Peanut butter will stop him in his tracks anytime---anywhere.

So anyway, back to my time at home. I was there for a week, and it was sooooo great! Michelle and Alex were there, and it was very relaxing. It FLEW by, which is very unfortunate, but I expected that. We had a weenie roast one night (my little cousin Will referred to it as the wee-wee roast. He's 2, and he was terrified, of the "wee-wee roast") I could hear the concern in voice one afternoon on the way home from the pool when he was questioning it. I did frequent the pool with my little cousins. Will doesn't like me to touch him or play with him much. At one point I tried to play with him, and he told me to go sit back down on the steps. He went back to jumping around, turning in circles, and singing "Mary had a Little Lamb." I'm sure I looked like a very negligent baby-sitter. Sitting on my butt while the child is singing to himself. His brother Henry, who's going into the 1st grade, was practicing his dives one day. And as I'm sitting on the edge of the pool I look across and see writing on the other side. I then proceed to lift my butt cheek and I see that right by the "NO" on my left, says "DIVING" under my a**. Oops.

All in all, leaving home was hard. I'm never one to wish my life away, but I cannot WAIT until we're back in Nebraska. Hopefully this month will be MUCH better, so then I'll post more because I'll have nice things to say. I'm sorry if you get tired of hearing me complain, I'm really not totally miserable. OH! Oscar got a hair cut....a SHAVE! It's not like a buzz cut, but it's verrrry short, which is good for this heat. It's been 90-100 + for the last few weeks, months for that matter. He now looks like an anorexic giraffe. We really do feed him, he's just lean like his parents. Hah! Hope all is well....can't wait for fall time and football, and more importantly cool weather.

Can you imagine wearing sweats and a good ol' pot of chili?! MmmmmMmmm...can't wait!