David is amazing.

This is a blatant brag post. If you don't feel like reading a gushy post about my husband, back out slowly now and run away. I won't look.

I'm still very slowly adjusting to school. I knew it would be a lot of work, but I was unprepared for the roller coaster of it all. My husband has had to endure a week of texts from me that go something like this:
Tuesday:
"I am feeling really stressed."

Wednesday:
"I can't do it."
"I feel horrible and overwhelmed."

Thursday:
"I am feeling so overwhelmed again."
"I have so much to do."

Ok, those might be direct quotes. And he didn't once tell me to shut up. I know, he's a saint. Not only that, but on Wednesday he came home and cleaned for hours.

After giving me a clean house, he came home on Thursday and Melissa, my friend Heidi, and I were scrapbooking. He spoiled us. He went to the store, got supplies for dinner and made dinner for all us adults and the 7 small children running around. After serving us dinner, he made us brownies and served it with ice cream and caramel sauce. And none of that was hyperbole. I know. He's frickin' amazing.

That is all.