Well, our houseguests have gone and moved into their new home. I hope they enjoy their new home!
While I enjoyed having them here, its nice to have my own house back, especially since my whole family has been sick! We've all had the flu!!! Well poor Abigayle had the croup and an ear infection and then had a severe reaction to the shot of medicine they gave her! The poor girl's little heiny is on fire! My truck is fire engine red and her heiny matches it! I feel so helpless in that aspect!
I really have nothing new to say. The whole being sick and having my baby be in so much pain has done nothing for my energy. I'm exhausted!!!
Until I have more to say, happy reading and happy trails!
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
I have not forgotten!
Oh dear blog fans, I have not forgotten about you! I swear! Things have been so hectic. We had friends get here from NC and we've let them stay with us until they move into their house tomorrow. I haven't had time to sit down and breathe let alone blog. I just wanted you to know that I hadn't forgotten about you. I will be back soon!
Monday, January 17, 2011
I Appreciate You
Alright blog fans, all one of you, I have not forgot about you. We have spent an amazing holiday weekend with friends. I love it when the whole family, even the dog can get out of the house for the weekend. We spent the weekend riding 4 wheelers, cooking steaks on a grill, playing cards, and just downright having fun. Most of all we were relaxed. I was with my husband and kids and we were with some of our best friends and we didn't have a care in the world all weekend. It feels amazing to know that I won't be waking up alone tomorrow morning either! I get one more day with my honey! As the days continue to pass and this deployment keeps creeping up one day means everything.
Tonight after we got home and unloaded the truck, I was making the baby a bottle and we were settling back into our house, I was just struck by this thought that just wouldn't go away. My brain was going a thousand miles a second. Let's see...this is what it may have sounded like in my brain. "Does he know? Does he know that I appreciate every single little thing he does? Does he know that he's my one and only? Does he know that I love him more than anything? Does he know that I'm completely lost when I don't have him?" Normally when I have thoughts like these I will sit down and write my husband a letter. Writing letters has always been a big deal in our relationship. He still has little notes that I wrote for him when we were dating in his wallet. They are quite worn out and there are holes in the paper and the ink is faded. When the kids and I got him a new wallet for Father's Day I asked him why he held onto them. He told me that when he misses me he will pull them out, read them, and then remember how crazy in love we were back then. Now, don't get me wrong, we're still crazy in love but another kid later and sometimes its hard to even get a kiss in. However, instead of writing a letter this time, I just completely stopped what I was doing, looked at him and said quite simply, "I appreciate you" and I went back to what I was doing. He looked at me like I had lost my mind there for a minute but then later he actually thanked me and told me how nice it was to hear that. You ever have moments like that? Moments where you are just overwhelmed with questions in your own head?
I have no crazy, zany and wonderful things to say today. I just wondered if anyone other than myself has had those moments.
Tonight after we got home and unloaded the truck, I was making the baby a bottle and we were settling back into our house, I was just struck by this thought that just wouldn't go away. My brain was going a thousand miles a second. Let's see...this is what it may have sounded like in my brain. "Does he know? Does he know that I appreciate every single little thing he does? Does he know that he's my one and only? Does he know that I love him more than anything? Does he know that I'm completely lost when I don't have him?" Normally when I have thoughts like these I will sit down and write my husband a letter. Writing letters has always been a big deal in our relationship. He still has little notes that I wrote for him when we were dating in his wallet. They are quite worn out and there are holes in the paper and the ink is faded. When the kids and I got him a new wallet for Father's Day I asked him why he held onto them. He told me that when he misses me he will pull them out, read them, and then remember how crazy in love we were back then. Now, don't get me wrong, we're still crazy in love but another kid later and sometimes its hard to even get a kiss in. However, instead of writing a letter this time, I just completely stopped what I was doing, looked at him and said quite simply, "I appreciate you" and I went back to what I was doing. He looked at me like I had lost my mind there for a minute but then later he actually thanked me and told me how nice it was to hear that. You ever have moments like that? Moments where you are just overwhelmed with questions in your own head?
I have no crazy, zany and wonderful things to say today. I just wondered if anyone other than myself has had those moments.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Tantrum? Maybe, just possibly.
Cleaning. Cleaning. Cleaning. I feel like I clean all stinkin day for my house to be a wreck the next. Sometimes I seriously wonder what is so hard about picking up after yourselves. Mommy is definately not a maid, although sometimes she feels like it.
Have you ever had one of those days where you felt like nothing was going right? Nothing tremendously bad happened but nothing amazingly wonderful happened either. I started my day by sleeping late. I normally do not do this thanks to 5 alarms. That's right I said it, 5. Now, I am in now way a hard sleeper. However the medicine they have put me on to help with my Fibro and the medicine they have put me on to help me quit smoking make me incredibly sleepy. I used to be able to stay up all night, sleep two or three hours and wake up and get on with my day. Not anymore. The only thing I hear right off the bat is the baby monitor when Abigayle wakes up. So back on track here. I slept late. So I had 30 minutes to get Jacob ready for school, Abigayle ready for her day and myself dressed and out the door. Normally this would be no big deal, normally. Jacob decided he didn't want to wake up this morning even after sleeping almost 45 minutes later than normal. Then Abigayle really didn't want to eat. So after spending 15 minutes trying to get her to eat, I handed her the bottle and gave up. I was already dressed by this point and there was no way I would get a chance to change if she threw baby food all over me. Jacob is dressed and I'm convinced that we're all ready and we can go. Boy was I wrong. As I walked out the door I realized that my shirt was inside out, the socks on Jacob's feet were mismatched and Abigayle is missing a shoe. Really, really? After all that was fixed we were finally on our way.
Skip until after Abigayle's nap and I've been cleaning and doing laundry. Phone rings. It's Jacob's teacher. The school thinks it may be a good idea to get Jacob tested for ADD. They don't really believe he has ADHD but the ADD, major possibility. So Mommy researches. Looks like we're headed to Naval soon to pick up some paperwork we're supposed to fill out to get him tested. Normally I wouldn't jump to get him tested, this is not the first time this has been suggested. But I have been noticing things the past months that have made me think, maybe they could be right. So tested he will be. If it comes back that he does have it, we'll do what we have to do and move past this, just as we always move past things like this. If it comes back negative, my baby boy can laugh at all the people who doubted him. But I refuse to have my child a zombie like I saw kids when I was in school. I know, I know! There's big huge steps in research and medicine but I honestly feel that some people just jump to ADD and ADHD when kids are just being kids. Maybe my kid just really honestly doesn't like school. Who really knows?
Now, its time to cook dinner. That's fine and dandy by me. I love to cook. I also love the time I get to myself in my kitchen when I'm cooking. Normally my Marine keeps the kids occupied so I can get dinner done and on the table, except today, Daddy's not home yet. And the only reason he's not home is because someone wants to sit in front of a room and talk. Now, I understand its important for the higher ups to talk to their men and keep it all together. But a 2 hour brief? Really? Why call it a brief? Two hours, definately not brief.
Yes, I love our military and I love my life married into the Marine Corps but this was just not my day and those two hours that I'm so used to having help killed me! Deployment is coming fast. I really need to get my act together!!!!!!
For now, be well and be happy. Keep a smile on your face.
Have you ever had one of those days where you felt like nothing was going right? Nothing tremendously bad happened but nothing amazingly wonderful happened either. I started my day by sleeping late. I normally do not do this thanks to 5 alarms. That's right I said it, 5. Now, I am in now way a hard sleeper. However the medicine they have put me on to help with my Fibro and the medicine they have put me on to help me quit smoking make me incredibly sleepy. I used to be able to stay up all night, sleep two or three hours and wake up and get on with my day. Not anymore. The only thing I hear right off the bat is the baby monitor when Abigayle wakes up. So back on track here. I slept late. So I had 30 minutes to get Jacob ready for school, Abigayle ready for her day and myself dressed and out the door. Normally this would be no big deal, normally. Jacob decided he didn't want to wake up this morning even after sleeping almost 45 minutes later than normal. Then Abigayle really didn't want to eat. So after spending 15 minutes trying to get her to eat, I handed her the bottle and gave up. I was already dressed by this point and there was no way I would get a chance to change if she threw baby food all over me. Jacob is dressed and I'm convinced that we're all ready and we can go. Boy was I wrong. As I walked out the door I realized that my shirt was inside out, the socks on Jacob's feet were mismatched and Abigayle is missing a shoe. Really, really? After all that was fixed we were finally on our way.
Skip until after Abigayle's nap and I've been cleaning and doing laundry. Phone rings. It's Jacob's teacher. The school thinks it may be a good idea to get Jacob tested for ADD. They don't really believe he has ADHD but the ADD, major possibility. So Mommy researches. Looks like we're headed to Naval soon to pick up some paperwork we're supposed to fill out to get him tested. Normally I wouldn't jump to get him tested, this is not the first time this has been suggested. But I have been noticing things the past months that have made me think, maybe they could be right. So tested he will be. If it comes back that he does have it, we'll do what we have to do and move past this, just as we always move past things like this. If it comes back negative, my baby boy can laugh at all the people who doubted him. But I refuse to have my child a zombie like I saw kids when I was in school. I know, I know! There's big huge steps in research and medicine but I honestly feel that some people just jump to ADD and ADHD when kids are just being kids. Maybe my kid just really honestly doesn't like school. Who really knows?
Now, its time to cook dinner. That's fine and dandy by me. I love to cook. I also love the time I get to myself in my kitchen when I'm cooking. Normally my Marine keeps the kids occupied so I can get dinner done and on the table, except today, Daddy's not home yet. And the only reason he's not home is because someone wants to sit in front of a room and talk. Now, I understand its important for the higher ups to talk to their men and keep it all together. But a 2 hour brief? Really? Why call it a brief? Two hours, definately not brief.
Yes, I love our military and I love my life married into the Marine Corps but this was just not my day and those two hours that I'm so used to having help killed me! Deployment is coming fast. I really need to get my act together!!!!!!
For now, be well and be happy. Keep a smile on your face.
Get this party started.
Ok people. Bear with me please. I'm new to this. I really have no reason for starting a blog other than I really needed somewhere to say things that I normally wouldn't say out loud or to the people around me. So here goes!
I figured the first post I'd tell you a little about me...
First and foremost, I'm a mother. I have a 7 year old little boy and an almost 9 month old little girl. My kids are my world. I would do anything I could for them. My son is in 1st grade and my daughter stays home all day with me. Luckily we are set enough that I don't really have to work and most days, we all like it that way. I will admit there are also days where I wish I did get to leave for a few hours a week, even if it is to go to work, but those, those are the REALLY bad days.
Since you know all that now, I guess I should tell you that I'm a Marine Corps wife. No, this does not make me any more special than the 100's of other Marine Corps wives who blog. As a matter of fact, it doesnt make me any more special than any military spouse. I like to secretly think that it does make me a little more special than civilian wives just because I can make it through a deployment. Been there done that sister. However, I am not saying those people could not make it, but i will admit it was all my civilian friends asking me how I did it, how I made it that long without my husband. The answer my friends is simple, I love him. That was all I needed to make it through. That and a few shoulders to cry on every so many days, a lot of chocolate ice cream, and occasionly a home cooked meal from my Mom. I didnt really see the point in cooking big meals for just myself and my son, then 4 (almost 5) at the time. So once a week we headed to grandma's and she would cook the big meals! Now, I will never say a deployment is easy because I definately know better. They are hard. They really are. But I figure if you've made it through once, each and every one to follow, you'll make it just the same as you did before.
Let's see what else about me might you need to know? I'm country. LOL. I was raised in the south. Where I come from, its chicken and dumplins, not chicken and pastry. Riding four wheelers in the mud, that happened nearly every weekend. Truck with lifts and big tires, yep we had those too. This also does not make me special. But it makes me, me. And sometime down the road those of you who read this might need to remember this so when I say something you don't think I'm completely crazy. You can just say "Oh, she's from the south. Explains it all."
Thanks to our life here in the Corps, we are in the great sandy, dry, sunny state of California. I've been here 6 months now and I think its rained a total of 4 days since I've gotten here. The first time I attempted to go grocery shopping on post, there was a sandstorm. Definately never seen one of those before. And contrary to what most people I knew believed, it does get cold here. It was 39 degrees when I woke up this morning. I admit thats better than other states here in the US but to me, that is cold!
I've recently been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. To make a long story short, I have pain in all of my joints and muscles 99% of the time and its bad pain. Oh, and the cold, it doesnt help. However, we are making it through and we will continue to do so!
There's not much more that I could tell you about myself that you won't eventually find out anyways.
TTFN
I figured the first post I'd tell you a little about me...
First and foremost, I'm a mother. I have a 7 year old little boy and an almost 9 month old little girl. My kids are my world. I would do anything I could for them. My son is in 1st grade and my daughter stays home all day with me. Luckily we are set enough that I don't really have to work and most days, we all like it that way. I will admit there are also days where I wish I did get to leave for a few hours a week, even if it is to go to work, but those, those are the REALLY bad days.
Since you know all that now, I guess I should tell you that I'm a Marine Corps wife. No, this does not make me any more special than the 100's of other Marine Corps wives who blog. As a matter of fact, it doesnt make me any more special than any military spouse. I like to secretly think that it does make me a little more special than civilian wives just because I can make it through a deployment. Been there done that sister. However, I am not saying those people could not make it, but i will admit it was all my civilian friends asking me how I did it, how I made it that long without my husband. The answer my friends is simple, I love him. That was all I needed to make it through. That and a few shoulders to cry on every so many days, a lot of chocolate ice cream, and occasionly a home cooked meal from my Mom. I didnt really see the point in cooking big meals for just myself and my son, then 4 (almost 5) at the time. So once a week we headed to grandma's and she would cook the big meals! Now, I will never say a deployment is easy because I definately know better. They are hard. They really are. But I figure if you've made it through once, each and every one to follow, you'll make it just the same as you did before.
Let's see what else about me might you need to know? I'm country. LOL. I was raised in the south. Where I come from, its chicken and dumplins, not chicken and pastry. Riding four wheelers in the mud, that happened nearly every weekend. Truck with lifts and big tires, yep we had those too. This also does not make me special. But it makes me, me. And sometime down the road those of you who read this might need to remember this so when I say something you don't think I'm completely crazy. You can just say "Oh, she's from the south. Explains it all."
Thanks to our life here in the Corps, we are in the great sandy, dry, sunny state of California. I've been here 6 months now and I think its rained a total of 4 days since I've gotten here. The first time I attempted to go grocery shopping on post, there was a sandstorm. Definately never seen one of those before. And contrary to what most people I knew believed, it does get cold here. It was 39 degrees when I woke up this morning. I admit thats better than other states here in the US but to me, that is cold!
I've recently been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. To make a long story short, I have pain in all of my joints and muscles 99% of the time and its bad pain. Oh, and the cold, it doesnt help. However, we are making it through and we will continue to do so!
There's not much more that I could tell you about myself that you won't eventually find out anyways.
TTFN
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