Things have been hectic around here.
I mean, when aren’t they? But things have been especially hectic lately.
That? Would be the truck M bought last Friday. [Say 'Hi!' to Chef Nate, everyone.]
Part of me feels like I want to puke, because honestly? This is happening a lot faster than I thought it would. Logically, I know my husband is basically miserable in his restaurant job. I know he loves restaurants, but hates the hours. I know he’s doing this for us, because he wants to provide an amazing future. I just wish I weren’t so damn nervous about the whole thing.
And yes, I get it. Let go & let God. I have faith that this will all work out. I’m just a wreck.
It’s okay. It will be great.