A blur.

Week two of husband's night shift.

I don't think I'll ever get used to it. Even when I'm busy and studying and working and worrying about a million other things, I hate the idea of taking a break from those things alone. I miss being able to just sit with him, doing nothing. I work for the week to be a blur so I can see Kendall clearly on the weekends.

This week was crazy and hard and stressful, and this morning when I woke up next to Kendall I felt it all fade away, like it didn't matter what happened during the week because we'd end up together at the end.

I just need everything to come back into focus.