This Is Becoming a Habit

I guess I can't use my sour moods as a reason for not blogging anymore. I had a great fabulous week in Tennessee this past week and still didn't blog much. I will blame it on being busy. Which I was. Way more busy than I have been in a month at home alone. My days are all confused, but I went and got a manicure and my eyebrows waxed with my sister while home. I have never paid someone to "do" my 'brows, and I will never again, thank you very much. I wandered a mall with sister and mom one day. Hopefully the husband isn't reading this from the sandbox, but I spent LOTS of money in Walmart there. As if there isn't one here or something. I had a night out with my sister, too. I learned that returning home at 4am KNOWING you have a toddler that doesn't sleep past 7 or so is DUMB. I am too old for all that business. Really. And yes, for those nosey-all-in-my-bidness people, I had the permission of the husband.

So, we did get the toddler's birthday party done up. And the husband was able to join us via webcam. It was special for him I am sure. And for his family members that don't get to see/talk to him almost daily. For me, it was bittersweet. I mean, wow, technology afforded my husband the ability to watch (not listen because he didn't bring headphones to the cafe, but I do believe that may have been done on purpose) his baby girl's birthday party in Tennessee all the way from Iraq. At the same time though, it really drove home how much these soldiers miss when they are gone for a year or longer. It was a difficult day for me, no matter the reason.

I went to dinner with family a couple times during the week. I totally took advantage of being on "vacation". The night after I arrived I took Mom, Steve, and D to mexican food. It was a craving I had been dealing with for a LONG time. You see, mexican restaurants in Texas don't serve white cheese dip. It's yellow. I like white. Dammit. So anyway, I forced them to eat mexican. Again. Apparently it was the parents' second time and the kiddo teenager's 3rd for the week. It was his birthday week and mexican is his food of choice. There was a night that Mom had something church related to do and Steve was working late, so it was D, the toddler, and me. I could easily have cooked. There was food there to be cooked. I decided early in the day that pizza it was. Totally took advantage of "vacation" time. Oh, and the night before I left I went to dinner with Mom, the toddler, and Auntie. To my favorite restaurant. The OG. Yum. I meant to hit up the mexican place again in the week, but ran out of time. I am certain any weight lost before leaving was gained back. Lost it in a month, gained back in a week. That sucks.

We made our way back to Texas yesterday. I am sick. The first pilot tried to scare the crap out of me on landing. It caused my ear to feel like I was underwater. All day. I finally fixed it last night by ramming a screwdriver in there to relieve the pressure. No, not really. A hot washcloth did the trick. So now I am home. Can't say I am happy to be home, but I am here.