Friday/Saturday

 Not that a ton of people read this (if any), but I had the intention of blogging every night after I put the baby down to sleep.  I missed last night.  If it's any consolation I was exhausted and trying to finish a project. 
On Friday I finally went to hobby lobby to get some much needed crafting supplies.  I immediately made a yarn wreath with felt flowers, so cute!, and a bunch of flower hair pins and clips.  They turned out really great.  I was making a lot for a girl in our complex who just got baptized today.  I wanted to give her something for a special day.  So, as soon as Caroline went to bed last night I was hunched over the table with a glue gun and scissors.  It was fun, but now my back hurts.  I still have more crafts to do though. 
Today was spent in futility.  See, I've had my eye on a beautiful pair of boots.  It's taken me a long time to jump onto the boots train, but I finally see their merit, but sadly, now I have no money to buy any.  So, yesterday my very sweet mother sent me some money just because.  Isn't that so nice?  Thanks mom!  But the boots I want are $140, not the $50 I had to spend.  So, I drove all the way out to the zappos outlet, but they had no boots I want in my size.  I also stopped by TJ Maxx.  they had some boots that I kind of liked, but they were still $100 and I'd rather just spend $40 more and get the ones I really like!  I need to find a way to make some money.  I'll work on that. 
Today I also made the best sugar cookies I have ever made and we went to the aforementioned baptism. 
One thing I love about Eli is that he is very steady.  I tend to be emotional and somedays I may let my hormones take over and feel like everything in our marriage is completely different, or I may let everything Eli does annoy me, then when I apologize and ask him to tell me if I ever annoy him he says, "no, not really.  I just love you."  Then I REALLY feel like a jerk.  My point with saying that is that this adjustment to medical school is difficult.  I feel like it's harder on me than it is on Eli, but then again, I think I let myself loose focus a bit more.  Or maybe it's because he has so much to learn that he has no time to dwell on all of the little things like I do.  Either way, it is very hard, but it's also wonderful.  Eli makes it great.  And while I may be in a stinker mood, and I may not be as nice to him as he deserves, he always reminds me of why I married him and why I love him so much.  As I write this he is in the kitchen doing the dishes.  He always takes the trash out, including the diaper genie.  He takes time to tell me how much he appreciate what I do.  He is the best husband I could ever ask for.  I know that if he could, he would buy me whatever boots I wanted.  I don't even know where I was going with all of this.  Life is hard, but even with our ups and downs, we're doing great.  That's all.