Back Home and Back to Normal

Michael came back home on Sunday evening. It was so good to see him again. I just want to say now that yes, he was only gone a week (and we've been apart longer than that before) but I missed him. I give my sister so much credit. Jaime, I admire your strength. I don't know how you do it everyday. He was down in Vincennes, helping with the sandbagging efforts. He also was in charge of maintenance while they were down there as well. They were staying at the local high school. It was hard work and long days, almost everyday starting at 4am and ending at 11pm. Some days they would be soaked from the rain in the early morning and work in wet uniforms and soggy boots all day long. But he worked hard and it was noticed. He received a coin (the military's equivelent of a certificate, basically). I'm very proud of him and although he was pretty miserable this past week, he feels proud that he was able to help in time of need.

When he got home, he showered and then we went to dinner, yes good ol' Mexican. Yummy. He took the day off work on Monday for a little R&R. We went for a ride on the motorcycle and my face got burnt. He also got his saddlebags in the mail before he left and never had a chance to put them on, so he finally was able to do so. It will be so nice to go riding and actually be able to carry things with us. We just had a lazy day. Took a nap in the afternoon. Cooked some chicken on the grill for dinner. Went to bed early but stayed up late talking. Funny how that works.

I am also adjusting back to the world of the living. Working 3rd shift the last two weeks for A.T., I really got into a pattern (one that I didn't think I would get into) and grew accustomed to my schedule; go to work all night, come home at 6am, walk Sammy, sleep 'til 4ish, do stuff around the house, take Sammy for a walk, go to work and start over again. So I stayed up all night Saturday and didn't sleep on Sunday so that I could sleep Sunday night. I'm pretty tired and not sleeping regularly now, but I know I'll eventually get back into it.

So Saturday and Sunday I FINALLY painted the bedroom. This is something I have been wanting to do since we moved in a year and a half ago. I chose "cranberry" for the color. Two days and two gallons of paint later, it's done. It really changes the feeling of the room, much better than white. The picture makes it look darker in there than it really is, but it is a darker color. The room is so big it was good to use a darker color so we can make the setting a little more cozy and intimate. We really like it.