should probably put a disclaimer on this post before I begin: today’s thoughts are about 60% PMS emotion and about 40% true, deep down unwavering core feelings.

Having said that, I miss Will. Our life has been totally different than what we are used to. Back home, our schedule was something most couples dream of. Will had Friday off ,and I was done with my classes and work by 11 so we had the entire day to spend together. Then we had all of saturday, and even though church was considered work for Will, we still had the afternoons off together before we had to go back for evening service. I miss the convenience of meeting up for lunch and his ability to take an hour off here and there throughout the month. And who could forget our long evenings of guiltless TV watching and Madden playing.

I knew things would be different when we moved here- going from having something similar to a 3 day weekend at home to working 4 10 hour days and getting up at 3:45 to get ready for work. That’s a pretty different schedule than what we were used to.

Will and I got in a tiff the last few nights this past week because I feel like I never get to see him. Our schedule is like: he gets home close to 6, we eat, are up for about an hour and a half and try to be in bed by 8:30 or maybe 9. As I have referred back to DOZENS of times, I am a time person, and without going in to The Five Love Languages mechanics for the upteenth time, that is how I feel the most close to Will. So, time has become quite a precious commodity around here. We’ve talked about it a lot the last few days, and as usual, Will was right (I hate that). One of the biggest barriers to us functioniong somewhat normally is the fact that we are still living with my parents. Our time has to be shared and divided up among 3 other people besides just us. We eat together, watch TV together, Will goes to work with them each morning. On top of that, they are constantly talking about work since it is a commonality they share. That leaves P and I to make up stupid stories about saving women in burning buildings just so they will relax and stop with the work talk all of the time. We are constantly surrounded by my family, which makes alone time about as common as a sleeting day in Kuwait. I love my family and I am SO grateful for the way they have just let us camp out here right now, but I am ready for us to get our own place because I think that will greatly help with the few hours we are able to spend together.

I’m sorry for whining and “poor Brittny” talking, but this is quite a big change for me, and being alone all day in the same scenery has not helped (as a side note I started a great book by Taylor Smith called, Liars Market).

Thats it for now. Lucky for me, will gets off at 3 on wednesdays we we can get an early jump start on the weekend. Thanks for listening.