Thursday, August 28, 2008

Taken advantage of

The fourth day of school and I am already the meanest mom on the planet and sent my little girl to school looking like a "super dork". I am changing her blog name from "A" to DQ. DQ is my loving nickname for her. It stands for DRAMA QUEEN!!!! I am the sole laundry doer in this house. Along with the sole dinner fixer, dishes washer, grocery shopper, and any other activity that pertains to household chores. The only thing I will not do in this house is clean DQ's bedroom and her bathroom. I refuse. Of course, so does she so we are at a standoff. DQ's bedroom is destroyed and inside that mess are many lost items. There are no towels in her bathroom....bet they are discarded in her bedroom floor. She now informs me she has no socks...bet they are hanging out with the towels, eh? I know this child owns more than 3 pairs of socks. I refuse to go look for them. She ends up putting on a pair of her less desirable crew socks, she really wants to wear the ankle ones, and mumbles about how she looks like a "super dork" and who knows what else. Oh well. Not my problem. I wish. Unfortunately, being the sensitive mother that I am, I can not allow my child to suffer through another day of super dork-ness so today I will either find her socks or buy some new ones. I am leaning towards the latter because I am afraid if I go into that bedroom I will never find my way out. That should explain the reason why I KNOW the child owns more than 3 pair of socks....this is not the first time this has come to pass. I think DQ understands perfectly well how to push my sensitive buttons. She knows that mom doesn't want her to struggle in a new school. I already have concerns for her with regards to her disability. Problem is she is so damn smart she knows this AND she uses it to her advantage. Ugh. How old is this child again?

Tomorrow begins a long and relaxing weekend. I am so thrilled. The husband will be home for 4 entire days. We are planning to do alot of nothing and a little grilling. At least I am planning, he on the other hand is clueless to my plans! I am off to chase down the toddler that escaped to the backyard moments ago!

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

My lovely weekend (*Disgusting pictures*)

I briefly mentioned that something had happened that I really, really should blog about, but I never got around to it. I really wanted this to be my first blog with pictures, but it did not work out that way. Oh well.

A week ago this past Saturday...are you following? Ok, good. At somewhere around 7:30am my doorbell starts ringing. My first thought was the freakin' kids! "A" answered the door and it was the next door neighbor girl. She said that their house was flooded, the hot water heater busted, could they please borrow some towels to mop up the mess. Of course, I grab a bunch of them and send her on her way. "A" of course wants to go check out the mess and "help". Go for it kid! She comes back a bit later and is talking about the water came out of the drain in the laundry room floor. Hmmmm. Very strange. Finally, a light bulb goes off. Maybe I should check my laundry room, who knows what I may find. This is what I found:




Yes, people. That is CRAP!!!!!!!! Covering my freaking floor. Crap. So I call the husband and inform him that if he plans to come home for breakfast this is a great time to do so. I call maintenance to explain that there is crap all over my laundry room floor and the lady taking calls wants to know if I can actually SEE crap. Feces I believe is what she called it. Ummm I can only assume that what I am looking at is crap. The smell in here is awful and its brown...ok, great they will get someone out here this afternoon. WHAT????? So I walk next door to inform them of my good fortune, when I learn that these poor people who have only lived in that house for a couple of weeks, are having their big wedding on this day. They are married, but didn't have a big wedding...anyway, can you freaking imagine waking up on your wedding day to find the entire house flooded in water (which very well could be pee) and crap??? Poor thing! I apparently got more of the crap and very little water (pee) and she got little crap and a bazillion gallons of water (pee).
Strangely enough, this is also the day that I became deathly ill. DEATHLY. It was really, really bad. Touch and go for close to a week there. Touch. And. Go. So, now that you have read and seen my pictures of a crap covered floor, your life can go on!
P.S. Maintenance did show up at approximately 6:30pm to take care of our problem, but since they had been out to take care of the neighbors problem early in the day, it kinda fixed ours. Stupidity!

Insomnia anyone? Anyone at all???

I battle with insomnia off and on. I haven't been able to pinpoint the reason for it...duh or otherwise I would have fixed it a long time ago. Whatever it's early. SO, at night when I lay down, my mind starts running a marathon. At least something on this old body can, right? I thought I would share with you a few of the useless craptastic thoughts that go on at this time of my day.

1. What ever happened to that person?

Background info: As a very young child my grandmother took me to visit a friend of hers that had a daughter who was mentally handicapped. All I remember about this person is that she was large, she had a hospital bed in the living room, and she was playing with barbies. She looked like an adult to me and I think it traumatised me.

2. I wonder if one day my arm will have to be amputated.
I have this weird sleeping position that causes the circulation to be cut off to my arm. I can not tell you the number of times I have woken up with an ice cold arm and when I shift positions I can actually FEEL the blood rushing back to my fingertips.

3. I should probably see a doc for this nonsense and get Ambien or something.

4. I can't take Ambien, my husband will not be home every night and when one of the kids needs to be rushed to the ER I will be unable to do so.

5. I wonder if the women across the street realize how badly it embarrasses their children when they stand in the front yard screaming "You think you're big sh*t? Take your a** into the house!" and things of a similar nature. When I say screaming, I mean screaming so loudly that the next block over can clearly understand that these children must think the are big sh*t.

6. I must, must, must go to the commissary tomorrow.

7. Ugh, I haven't mailed any of the things that I was supposed to. (I know I suck!)

8. OMG Did the insurance get paid? I remember the husband saying it was due, I remember him saying if it didn't get paid by X date it would be cancelled...did he pay it? I know I didn't. Now, at this point, I should roll over and wake the husband up to ask did he? Instead, I lay there for another 30 minutes trying to remember if at any time he told me he had.

9. I wonder if poor Amber was able to sleep tonight in her quest to rid Lil C of the dreaded pacifier. (Yes, I am so pathetic that when I am unable to sleep, I am wondering if others are sleeping AND I am feeling sympathetic that they may not be.)

I am going to stop there, but that gives you an idea of what goes on. Pathetic, eh?

Monday, August 25, 2008

Back to school!

I didn't sleep well last night. Actually I haven't slept well for the last couple of nights. "A" came in this morning at 3:30 wanting to know if she could watch tv. Hmmmm maybe she didn't sleep well either? I think it was the excitement of going back to school. This morning she was bouncing of the walls! The husband's command gave everyone with kids in school the morning off to take their children to school. We all got up, got ready. and headed out. The school was packed! They don't let the kids in before a certain time and there were parents and children everywhere! I finally let her out of the super cool van with kisses, hugs, and have a good days. I kept my brave mommy face on until I pulled out onto the street. Then, I cried. My baby is in 2nd grade. She is in a new school, in a new state, without the comfort of the siblings that she has had in the last couple of years. She didn't seem bothered though. Here are a couple of pictures from this morning.

Now, I am off to tackle my day full of housework and a toddler allllll alone. Please pray!

Sunday, August 24, 2008

O Happy Day!

The husband was actually home most of the day today! How crazy/amazing is that? So, being that we had this time we decided to take the girls to an indoor inflatable jump place. We decided this at around 10:30. At 1pm we decided we should put this plan into action. We load up the kiddos and we head out. We had to stop at the Shopette (gas station for those non-military folks) and get smokes and drinks. No, not those kinda drinks. They do sell those there. Note to self for next time. So, the husband runs in to get our goods and while he is in there out walks one of our neighbors that we only met once (I really should do a blog about that most eventful last weekend). Anywho, she recognized me AND she spoke to me! Ok, maybe I am a little over excited, but hey who cares! Right, off track. Where was I? Yes, we went to Wazoo's the jumpy place. The kids (all 3 of them) had a blast. I was going to take the laptop and play games or something that makes me look totally cool, but I opted for playing photographer instead. This is when I once again decided I really, really, really need a new camera. REALLY.


Yep. I need a new camera! After a million pics that look like this:




I figured out that I should stick my head and camera INSIDE the net and I got some pretty good shots...as long as no one moved.


And last, but certainly not least.....got any idea what this could be? Better yet, got any idea what I thought this strongly resembled? O boy, I am going to hell for even taking this pic JUST so that I could blog about it. Who designs these things though, really?
















Neighbors

We have lived here for a little over a month. We have met our neighbors directly behind us and the ones that are connected to us. Nice people. We don't socialize with them really, but they are nice people. The neighbors that are behind us, but not directly seem to be very social people. They play music and sit outside alot. Their music is sometimes loud. It isn't bothersome because usually it is done during the day and early evening. I am not sure what nationality they are, but they often play music that isn't in English. Cool. Whatever floats their boat. It has a good beat though!

So last night, the husband and I were out back smoking. The cool neighbors were outside, music going, grill going, seemingly having a great time. I thought to myself, self, if we had friends we could do that. Just kidding. I really didn't think much of it. They were having fun. Cool beans! "A" was complaining because she is a pain in the butt couldn't go to sleep their music was too loud. It was only 8pm on a Saturday night, but she was sent to bed because school starts Monday (jumping for joy here) and she has to get used to earlier bedtimes. That and she gets on my nerves with her back talking. It was either bed or the electric chair for that child. Ok, I got off track. So a few minutes later, one of the cool neighbors walks around his fence to come to the side of ours carrying two plates of food!!!!! These people have never spoken to us before, nor we to them. He brought a plate of rice and a plate of various grilled items. It smelled heavenly and was a wonderful gesture! There is shrimp, chicken, sausage, steak, clams...all kinds of stuff on that plate. WOW! I was so shocked by the act of kindness that I was pretty much speechless. I did manage to thank him, but I feel as though that was somehow inadequate. Isn't that just the nicest thing? Now, I can't wait till lunch to heat that plate up and dig in! (It was past dinner when he brought the plate over and I was stuffed from my super great Pizza Hut pizza!)

There is hope for this place yet! I know, I know you have all been telling me this. I was very surprised by the awesomeness of the cool neighbors and had to share. Tomorrow is the first day of school and I.CAN. NOT. WAIT. Just me and the munchkin all day long...somehow I have myself convinced that this is a good thing! What do you want to bet the jokes on me?

Friday, August 22, 2008

Finally human!

I haven't posted for a while because I was on my deathbed. Seriously. It stunk. I am finally on day 2 of feeling human again. I made dinner for the family last night and actually ate it! Now, it was one of my special gourmet roast beef sandwich meals, but hey it was a meal. Right?

Things are settling down I suppose. I am getting used to the phone call every day saying "I won't be home till who knows when" and not being able to make plans because the wife may decide she needs him more than I do. I am going to be just fine. We are going to be just fine.

On that note, we received a phone call from the transportation office somewhere that mysteriously found a box of ours in someone else's shipment. How does that happen? Our stuff was the last thing put on that stinking truck and the first thing taken off. It wasn't stored anywhere, it came straight here. Odd, isn't it? Maybe THAT'S where my aluminum foil, baggies, cling wrap, and things like that went because I haven't found those items yet. Of course, those items could very well be here somewhere because I have yet to unpack the entire house. I am almost at the point where I am thinking this: we have been here for a month now, if we haven't needed or replaced those items already, why bother? That's pretty bad!

We met A's teacher last night. I say we, but understand that means me and the girls. The husband was at work. (Surprised?) A is super excited to go back to school. She did a countdown from 1 until 4 when we could leave. It was annoying cute. So, we filled her desk with her supplies and filled out the paperwork the teacher wanted. Fun stuff. The school seems pretty nice and I am hoping to take the advice of one very intelligent woman and get involved with volunteering. I am not sure how that will go having to drag a banshee with me, but we shall see. Speaking of that, they require even volunteers to have a background check done. How cool is that?

All is good in the neighbor"hood" so I will quit wasting precious time!

Friday, August 15, 2008

Screw This (Mom pretend this post is not here)

It's been a few days since my "gonna make it" post. I am not going to post a pitiful me post; however, I am going to post a pissed off vent of a post. I will try to keep the potty mouth to a minimum because I know you Mom and you are reading especially because I warned you not to.

To start off my morning, I took both kids to the Commissary...on pay day...because I needed food am stupid. Surprisingly enough, the oldest was fairly well behaved. The youngest on the other hand acted a damn fool in the store. Her high-pitched squeals could be heard throughout the store. She screamed, she slapped her sister, she slapped me, she threw things, and she cried. The plus side to pushing around a cart with a screaming banshee is that it cleared all of the other stupid people shopping at the Commissary on pay day customers out of the aisle I was in.

About halfway through hell the shopping trip, I received a text message from my wonderful, caring, sweet, husband. The man that I have seen all of maybe two hours a day all week. He is now working this weekend as well. Normally this would be a cherry on the top of an already overflowing sundae, but not this time. I explained to the husband at 10pm last night when he arrived home that I had plans for Saturday. I am going somewhere without the hellions children in tow. As usual, my plans are null and void because the Army says so.

I have heard many, many people complain about the endless bitching complaints of military wives. I am going to continue the vicious cycle by giving the haters something more to complain about. My husband works 14-17 hour days. He may or may not be able to take a lunch break. He may or may not even be able to sleep in his own bed at night. My husband is tied to a phone, subject to recall at any given hour, from any given location. My husband does not get overtime. Ever. He does not get a schedule made out two weeks in advance that tells him when he will work and when he will be home so that he can schedule his life around his employment. At any given time, this man can be sent to any place on this earth to fight anything from bad guys to flood waters. In the wake of this crazy, hectic, unpredictable life of my husband is his family. There are the children that may or may not see their father every day. There is the wife that is left to be a single parent. A single parent without the benefit of every other weekend free due to visitation. A single parent that can't arrange a babysitter because she has not met a soul in the state she resides. A single parent that regardless of what is thrown at her, must pick herself up and continue down the path. A single parent that not only cares for the children, but also for an adult that pops in and out of her life. Yet people want to complain about the few perks military families do enjoy. Unfreakingbelievable. The argument always seems to come back to one point...they signed up for it. If someone sat you down and said, you will endure all of the things mentioned here and then some, and we will pay you a salary not even close to equal to that of your civilian counterparts, would you sign up? I'm just saying. The next time you want to be jealous because a service member and/or his family get a little bit of a discount on something you paid full price for, seriously consider what is the price that these people are ultimately paying? Ok, I am done. Off my soapbox.

Yes, I am pissed. I am pissed about the situation that I find myself in. I am pissed that I can't take a couple of hours on a weekend to do something by myself. I am pissed that I am here with children 24/7 and I can't even use the bathroom without an audience full of "ewwwwwwuhhhh". I am pissed that I saw that margarita mix on the shelf in hell the commissary and I had to pass it up because I must remain in a frame of mind that allows me to take care of everything. I have no one to direct my anger towards because this, I am coming to learn, is what I signed up for when I chose to support the man that I love and become his mistress. Yes, I said it. I am in love with a married man and I am his mistress. His wife's name is The Army.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Shaking it off

Ok, Ok, OK! I am going to shake it off. Take it like a woman. Walk it out...(haha). Anyways, yes I have decided that this poor pitiful me crap (edited just for you mom) is going to stop. I am truly lucky. I am truly blessed. I am going to be happy come hell or high water. I am going to be just fine as my skin melts off here in Texas. I will get used to it. I will. I must.

Let's see what kind of good stuff can I share with the world today? I became an aunt again last night! My baby brother now has a baby. Just keep them in your thoughts. It was a long and scary ordeal, but they made it and the little 3.5 pound bundle of joy entered this messed up world last night!

I also baked some banana nut bread yesterday. It just so happens it was in time for the husband to take some to the field with him. I made it because he felt the need to buy two bundles of bananas and not eat them, but I let him think I did it just for him so shhhhh. I also learned that me and yeast do not get along. Noooo not THAT kind of yeast, the bread making kind. I can not for the life of me make homemade bread unless it is in the bread machine. Oh well.

I think I have run out of brilliant things to tell the world so I am going to sign off of here, but remember my new little nephew in your thoughts, prayers, meditation, sacrificial ceremonies...whatever it is you people do!

Monday, August 4, 2008

Ugh I dont think I can

Those that know me well, know how neurotic I can be. I am struggling. The seasoned Army Wives that read this are going to be rolling their eyes, but I don't care anymore. I moved almost 3 weeks ago across the country from anything and everything I have ever known. It's really not as if my roots run deep, I grew up a Navy brat, but my roots grew pretty quickly. It's odd to me now, looking back, I lived near Memphis, TN for something like 10 years. The longest ever in my entire life. I moved from there to the Atomic City area of TN and hardly shed a tear. Didn't really care too much. Now I lived in East TN for just over 2 years and I move to TX and I am a mess. I bet most of my family doesn't even know it. In fact, I would be willing to bet that my husband doesn't even know it. I have thrown myself into unpacking and setting up house in order to keep myself occupied. I *gasp* turned into Suzie Homemaker even. Taking better care of the husband than I probably ever have. In fact, I spent Sunday baking like Betty Crocker because I wanted the husband to have goodies for his trip to the field. I baked two batches of his favorite brownies and two batches of chocolate chip cookies with walnuts. Don't get too surprised my house is still a mess which my mother in law can verify because she asked for a tour via webcam yesterday and I shouted NO! I did it, but I am embarrassed. However, I will say this, I am still in the middle of the move darnit. That excuse should get me through at least Christmas right? Anyhow, all of this because Heaven forbid someone realize that I am falling apart on the inside. I have to maintain this facade or someone just might know. I think the reason that I finally decided to let it all out is because the husband isn't coming home today. Or the rest of the week. Or possibly for the next 3 weeks (gotta love the Army - being unsure is their way). Now, I feel like a total boob for even being upset considering so many wives have it so much worse. he will be home, he is not missing anything important date wise, and its ONLY for MAYBE 3 weeks, but I am bothered. I didn't realize how much the Army is gone I suppose. I mean, sure, I knew that they deploy. I have been working my way up to being prepared for that, but its the being away when they are technically home that I wasn't aware of. Ugh. Anyhow, with him being gone so soon after arriving here, I have not met anyone. I met a couple of ladies online, but not in person yet. I have tried with both of them, but it hasn't worked out yet. In fact I am fairly certain that one is on the verge of getting a restraining order against me. I know she thinks I am some obsessive freak, but really I am not. I am just lonely, bored and looking for friends. Oh well. So there you have it. I hate it here. I am not sure that I am cut out for this. I know that I am where I need to be because my husband is here, but I hate it here. Ok, now begins the, "give it time", "you aren't giving it a chance", and the "drive back here". I am going back to my alternate persona Suzie to complete my gourmet (Hamburger Helper) dinner.