Mindy and I are, like, totally soul mates...

I feel like this has been the longest week in the history of the world.

Last Friday we went up to Oklahoma for Chris to do his official dissertation proposal. We got up and left the house by 8:01 am. The goal was 8. With a baby, I take great pleasure in getting something done on time.

Small victories ya'll.

We got in town, ate and headed up to campus. Chris was a tiny bit stressed. Tiny being a gross understatement. Although, I've seen him be more stressed during an Auburn football game. Not kidding. At least in this case, he knew the players well and thanks to quite a bit of prep work, he felt like he had been moving the ball down the field well and only needed those last 20 yards to score.

Yeah. That's the last football analogy. Swear.

So we dropped him off in his fancy suit, racing heart and nervous stomach and headed out to walk around campus for a little while. Pumpkin needed a nap something fierce. She hadn't slept the entire trip up. A baby should not go 6 hours without a nap. It's dangerous territory.

So while my husband was presenting his idea for that "document" that will make him Dr. Evans, his daughter and wife were sacked out taking a nap.

I feel guilty. But only slightly. The nap was so good.

Thankfully, he didn't need me to be awake holding a prayer vigil over him because he was fine. Topic approved. In record time. No hazing involved.

One step closer to Dr. Evans.

Friday night we celebrated Mr. Pack's birthday. I think he was turning 21. Wish we could have stayed longer. I feel like there was more discussion for Fanny and me. But again, sleepy baby was running the schedule.

Saturday was driving back home and then baking, baking and more baking for Easter.

Easter.

The last baby first holiday.

I may or may not have watched every single video of my daughter before I went to sleep.

Chris reminded me there will be lots more firsts. Heck, we're still doing things for the first time even in our 30's. And I get that, seriously. But still.

Thankfully, there was absolutely zippo time to think about that Sunday.

We had decided to go to the 8:00 am service. But when my alarm went off at 6 am, I somehow turned it off and promptly fell back asleep. And if Momma is late, we're all late.

Pumpkin was adorable in her purple dress. Too bad she was in a bad mood all day and refused to have her picture taken or do something fun like hunting for eggs. She didn't like the grass.

Totally my kid.

Which just means next year can be her first Easter egg hunt. I'm totally making a onesie for that. Or maybe a tee-shirt. She might be wearing 18 months clothes by then.

Then Monday was all about getting ready for Tuesday. That was our second trip of the week. Chris is a finalist for a job at a mid-sized university in East Texas.

Here's the thing. We go through this process every year about this time. Will he get a new job? Where will it be? Two years ago he made top six at another college. Last year, top three at a local middle school. Now this year, top three at a university. I'm fairly used to this process and I have gotten so much better at keeping my expectations on a reasonable level. When we were engaged and he was looking for his first job, I would pretty much plan our life around each and every job he applied for. Then I would be disappointed if he didn't get it. Now though, I can look around and explore without getting emotionally attached to the situation.

If we move, great. If not, great.

We are most definitely praying about this. Personally, I am not the smartest person and I sometimes am a little selfish.

Okay, so a lot selfish.

When it comes to these big life decisions, I tend to want one thing and expect God to just go ahead and give me that. He doesn't really work that way and honestly, I'd much rather be where He wants me. Not because that's the easiest but because it's the most rewarding. I've learned when I obey, I'm content. Happy, not always. But I'll take content.

So our prayer is that God make this so very, very obvious. Like need doors slammed in our face kind of obvious. Otherwise, we might make a decision based on what we want and not what He wants.

Anyway, we spent Tuesday night and Wednesday checking out the joint. It's a small town. Small. Like as in while I was walking around the "historic downtown", I stopped to go in an antique store only to find a note on the door reading "Be back in 8 minutes".

Not 5. Not 10. Eight.

The owner saw me reading the sign and said, "Ma'am, I'll be right back. Just gotta go check on my tire."

Well, sure. Because walking down the block to local Mr. Fixit is way better than using the phone.

Pumpkin and I drove around town checking out neighborhoods and making notes about grocery stores and churches. I feel fairly certain I hit most of the hot spots. And if not, we can find that out should he get the job.

To help tip the scales in our favor, we did show off Pumpkin. I made her a little skirt and a onesie with a purple necklace. No pictures though. Teething baby was not having it. But I did get one of her in the back seat on the way home. I pulled every stupid baby trick out of my hat to entertain her those three hours. Not sure how tired she was but this momma was stinkin' exhausted.

Totally worth it though. Look at this face.

The thing about making the jump to college is that he would have more time to finish the darn paper. Right now he teaches from 7:30 am to 5:00 pm and then has to spend the nights doing the administrative stuff. He'll teach way less on the college level and have more time to do the administrative duties (which he totally rocks at, by the way). That means he could spend nights working on the paper. I mean, he'll still be working like crazy but just not 90 hours.

And really, I'm down with doing whatever I need to do to help him be Dr. Evans.

Because, like Mindy, at the end of the day, I really want to be Mrs. Dr. Christopher J. Evans, DMA.

(Please tell me ya'll know who Mindy is. Heavens.)