February was…a month. Stress beyond measure and very long work hours for Hubster. We were due for a little relaxation and face time with each other and thankfully, we both have awesome parents. My in-laws took the kids last weekend and Hubster and I had a staycation. It was really fun doing things at home that we don’t normally get to do while the kids are here.
Your tickles lead to the best belly laughs.
Your friendship sustains me in achieving my goals.
Your hard work inspires and supports us.
Your love fills our hearts with joy.
We love you! Happy Birthday, Hubster!
P.S. Now I get to call you an old man until my birthday in June.
There are many times each year that I’m guaranteed to only see my husband for about 10 minutes each day. I know that he loves working in student affairs and I try my best to be as supportive as possible. Solo parenting is challenging though and I stand in awe of those who do it all the time! Last week, Hubster had ResLife spring training. He would get home around 2am and we only saw him briefly as he was getting ready to head out again in the morning.
We actually had a family weekend and I cherished the time we had together. It was the first Sunday in about three weeks that Hubster didn’t need to work.
I put Baby Jo’s hair in pigtails for the first time. It lasted for about 40 seconds.
A few years ago when the Green Bay Packers opened up sale of their stock, Hubster had to invest. Being a Packers shareholder was always a dream of his and even though we didn’t have much, we scraped together some money and purchased a share. That share is framed and hangs proudly in our apartment.
One of the things on my 30 Before 30 list was to run a 10k. There are some people for whom running comes naturally. They can easily run long distances with little to no training.
I am not one of those people.
I have short legs and thick thighs. I train hard for months and fight for every single mile. We ran the Bellin Run in Green Bay over the weekend, and I am so proud to say that I did it! Here’s a little breakdown of the event.