This weekend kicked my ass. I was going to say butt, but then that wouldn't emphasize how much this weekend sucked. This kind of weekend calls for strong words. Let me just get into it.
Friday night I was skyping with my husband when I got this horrible stomach ache. I mean bad. I even had to leave our conversation for a few minutes because I thought I was going to vomit. I never did, but I was so nauseous it was hard to get comfortable. I have all sorts of GI problems, and I thought that it was just some really bad heartburn. I took all of the meds I have for this sort of thing, and decided to sleep it off.
The next morning, I realized that my plan of action didn't help much so I took all my meds again and headed off for my Saturday morning class. The pain changed from achy and burning to intense cramps that came in waves. Normally my GI issues cause me to have lower abdomen pain, but this was different. The pain was focused under my ribcage and in my upper stomach area. Nothing was bringing me relief.
I like to think that I have a pretty high pain tolerance, and I can normally tough things out but by the time this thing had lasted for 24 hours, I was crying. Literally bawling my eyes out. Part of it was frustration, some of it was due to feeling helpless, but most of it was because I was in so much pain and I just wanted it to end. So I decided to head to the ER.
There is nothing more scary than heading to the ER by yourself. I'm sure I could have called a few women who would have came with me if I needed it, but I really didn't want to bother them. They all have kids and there was no reason they should be out all night with me. All I wanted was my husband home...home to take care of me and sit in the waiting room with me while I waited. Thanks to deployments, there was only 2 doctors working that night and some stupid life-or-death emergency came in making my wait 3.5 hours long! I sat there in serious pain, ready to cry again, and all I wanted to do was go home.
The doctor finally came in to see me around 11:30 pm, and they started an IV filling me with all sorts of good drugs that were supposed to help. I laid there...by myself...exhausted and hurting and not getting any relief from that damn IV. Finally they came in and gave me a GI cocktail. If you don't know what that is, let me tell you it became my new best friend that night. It is a drink full of about three drugs and lidocaine. It numbs your entire GI tract bringing instant relief. After about 27+ hours of pain, I was finally feeling better. And so I slept until the doctor came back in to release me.
Turns out all of my enzymes came back normal so thats a good thing, but it means that I was suffering from gastritis or an ulcer. Unfortunately, I think it is the latter. My stomach is feeling very tender and I'm terrified to eat anything! Bland food is all I can eat without my stomach trying to murder me. I'm headed to my regular doctor in an hour to see what they can do for me.
Too bad my weekend didn't end there though. I was released from the hospital around 1 am, and my phone was completely dead. I plugged it into my charger as I headed home and it was broke. It would not move past the initial screen. I knew my parents were probably freaking out because they couldn't get ahold of me and I half expected to wake up Sunday morning with them standing on my front porch (I live close to 300 miles away from them).
By the time Verizon fixed my phone and I got in touch with my Mom, I found out that I was close to right. That morning she was asking my Dad if they needed to head down to check on me. She was afraid they had admitted me and I would need someone to come take care of me. I am so lucky to have a Mom who cares enough to jump in the car and drive 300 miles just to check on me.
But anyways, that was my weekend. Last night it snowed here in Tennessee, and these people act like they have no clue what to do when that happens so school is cancelled for the day. That has to be my favorite thing about working in the school system. Hope all of you had a better weekend than I did!
Monday, December 13, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Oh my...it's been a while. About a week after my last post, I packed up my stuff and moved back into my parents house for the summer. In my program, I have the freedom to take a summer internship anywhere within the United States. Our classes are held online this summer, and I took the opportunity to spend a few weeks back home with my family. Since Blake is deployed, being at home with my family is about the best place to be. And it helps the time go by quickly because I stay pretty busy!
These last five weeks have been full of learning and growing opportunities. This deployment has been slightly different than the last one, but I expected that. During this past week, Blake's company experienced their first casualty of the deployment. Blake had informed about it around 8 that morning, and my heart instantly went out to his family. That is a tragedy I hope to never experience.
The news of a casualty made me realize that he is actually in a dangerous place. Sometimes it's easy to just think he's somewhere around the world sitting in a shop and working on trucks. It's easy to forget about the danger when nothing is going on. I hate being reminded that it is dangerous. Quite honestly, if you constantly thought about dangerous it is, you would go insane.
Nothing in life is guaranteed. Nobody knows what will happen tomorrow, and that is true for everyone-not just soldiers in war zones. You have to live everyday you have to the fullest. That means I make most out of every second I get with Blake...even if those moments come via a phone call. Because no amount of worrying or talking about the dangers will change what happens tomorrow or the next day or even in the next year. I put faith in God, and know that he has the best plan in mind. Everything happens for a reason even if we don't understand it.
These last five weeks have been full of learning and growing opportunities. This deployment has been slightly different than the last one, but I expected that. During this past week, Blake's company experienced their first casualty of the deployment. Blake had informed about it around 8 that morning, and my heart instantly went out to his family. That is a tragedy I hope to never experience.
The news of a casualty made me realize that he is actually in a dangerous place. Sometimes it's easy to just think he's somewhere around the world sitting in a shop and working on trucks. It's easy to forget about the danger when nothing is going on. I hate being reminded that it is dangerous. Quite honestly, if you constantly thought about dangerous it is, you would go insane.
Nothing in life is guaranteed. Nobody knows what will happen tomorrow, and that is true for everyone-not just soldiers in war zones. You have to live everyday you have to the fullest. That means I make most out of every second I get with Blake...even if those moments come via a phone call. Because no amount of worrying or talking about the dangers will change what happens tomorrow or the next day or even in the next year. I put faith in God, and know that he has the best plan in mind. Everything happens for a reason even if we don't understand it.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Telephone
When Blake & I were dating, we would spend hours on the phone. We would talk on the phone, then meet each other for a date, then talk to each other when we got home. We talked all the time. We would be on the phone for several hours each night. We would talk so long that the battery on the house phone would die, and then when we became old enough to get cell phones, we would talk until the phones became so hot we thought they would burst into flames at any given moment.
We talked about anything and everything. We would tell each other all about our days, talk about what funny things had happened to us, talk about the future, and we would talk about nothing. Sometimes our conversations got so boring that we would fall asleep on the phone together. And I don't mean that in the oh-thats-so-cute way, I mean that in the we had talked so long that we had nothing left to say and we would accidentally just fall asleep. Some times I would wake up at 2 am with my phone still attached to my ear.
I loved that about our relationship. If you know me at all, then you know I'm a talker. I love talking, and I love talking to anyone who would listen. And because Blake was wooing me at that point, he would listen. The longer we dated and especially once we got engaged, the less and less we talked mainly for the simple reason that we got really, really busy. And we had also run out of things to talk about. We still talked everyday, just for a shorter amount of time. Our conversations changed at this point too. Blake and I were living about 300 miles apart so when we talked, we mainly talked about each others' day, when we would see each other next, and we started making plans for our future.
Then we got married, and our communication pattern had to change once again. When you see everyone each day, there's not much need for phone calls. He still calls on his way home from PT to tell say good morning and to wish me a good day. I'll call him when I get off work and am heading to school just to check in. And then of course I call when I get out of school to let him know it's time to start cooking! :) But there is no need for an hour long conversation. Even when were both at home, we don't have hour long conversations. We still tell each other about our days and share funny stories and our frustrations from the day. We talk about what we want for dinner, what chores need to be done, finances, and what we want to do for the weekend. On the rare occasions, we get into deep conversations about our relationship, our future, and where we see ourselves in the next five years.
It seems like every time we get settled into a pattern, life switches on us again and we have to relearn how to do things all over again. And that is so true in the military. The second you get used to something, the military changes everything up. Deployments rear their ugly heads, and our communication pattern gets changed all over again. And that's what we're going through right now. When you're 7800 miles apart, your communication pattern has to changes or your just going to fall flat on your face. I have to admit, we've been falling flat on our face the past week and a half.
It just hasn't been easy for me, and I believe for him too, to transition into this deployment. It's been really hard. And today I realized why. We haven't been talking. I mean we talk almost every day, but there is a difference between telling each other about our day and actually talking. We talked for 40 minutes today. I was able to tell him about everything that has been frustrating me, about our lives in the past week, and about what is coming up. We talked about important stuff and things that aren't so important. It was like one of our high school conversations. Sometimes, I miss those conversations.
There's not much good that comes out of a deployment, but temporarily we get to turn back into those high school kids who were crazy about each other and could not get enough talking time in. And that is a great thing!
We talked about anything and everything. We would tell each other all about our days, talk about what funny things had happened to us, talk about the future, and we would talk about nothing. Sometimes our conversations got so boring that we would fall asleep on the phone together. And I don't mean that in the oh-thats-so-cute way, I mean that in the we had talked so long that we had nothing left to say and we would accidentally just fall asleep. Some times I would wake up at 2 am with my phone still attached to my ear.
I loved that about our relationship. If you know me at all, then you know I'm a talker. I love talking, and I love talking to anyone who would listen. And because Blake was wooing me at that point, he would listen. The longer we dated and especially once we got engaged, the less and less we talked mainly for the simple reason that we got really, really busy. And we had also run out of things to talk about. We still talked everyday, just for a shorter amount of time. Our conversations changed at this point too. Blake and I were living about 300 miles apart so when we talked, we mainly talked about each others' day, when we would see each other next, and we started making plans for our future.
Then we got married, and our communication pattern had to change once again. When you see everyone each day, there's not much need for phone calls. He still calls on his way home from PT to tell say good morning and to wish me a good day. I'll call him when I get off work and am heading to school just to check in. And then of course I call when I get out of school to let him know it's time to start cooking! :) But there is no need for an hour long conversation. Even when were both at home, we don't have hour long conversations. We still tell each other about our days and share funny stories and our frustrations from the day. We talk about what we want for dinner, what chores need to be done, finances, and what we want to do for the weekend. On the rare occasions, we get into deep conversations about our relationship, our future, and where we see ourselves in the next five years.
It seems like every time we get settled into a pattern, life switches on us again and we have to relearn how to do things all over again. And that is so true in the military. The second you get used to something, the military changes everything up. Deployments rear their ugly heads, and our communication pattern gets changed all over again. And that's what we're going through right now. When you're 7800 miles apart, your communication pattern has to changes or your just going to fall flat on your face. I have to admit, we've been falling flat on our face the past week and a half.
It just hasn't been easy for me, and I believe for him too, to transition into this deployment. It's been really hard. And today I realized why. We haven't been talking. I mean we talk almost every day, but there is a difference between telling each other about our day and actually talking. We talked for 40 minutes today. I was able to tell him about everything that has been frustrating me, about our lives in the past week, and about what is coming up. We talked about important stuff and things that aren't so important. It was like one of our high school conversations. Sometimes, I miss those conversations.
There's not much good that comes out of a deployment, but temporarily we get to turn back into those high school kids who were crazy about each other and could not get enough talking time in. And that is a great thing!
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Deployments suck. There is no other way to put it. They suck. Stink is not a strong enough word, and suck barely meets the criteria. Things that would barely shake me before, are killing me now. I'm the only one here to deal with things, and I just did not expect it to be this difficult.
Everything that can go wrong, has. And everything that can stress me out, is. Gah! It's enough to make me scream. But then I'm afraid my neighbors would think I'm being murdered and call 911. Our apartment has really thin walls. Really, really thin walls. Actually, I think they've gotten thinner since Blake left. I'm pretty sure I didn't hear all this noise before...but maybe that's just cause Blake was louder than them.
Moving on. On Thursday, I was all set to head to school and then head home to Indiana for the weekend. One of my good friends was getting married on Friday night and I was really excited to come home and watch them say "I do." And then there was a noise. And it was a loud noise. I am no car mechanic-heck, I barely know how to pop the hood so I did the only thing I knew how to do. Called my Dad. Who is 240 miles away at this point. He didn't know what it was, and it went away so he figured it wasn't anything too bad. So then I did the second thing I knew how to do. I bought the best package AAA has. I figured if I had any problem on the road home, then I could call them. And they would give me a rental car so I could get home.
I went to class and found out my professor was sick, and did the most logical thing a graduate student could do. Skipped class. I was headed home an hour and half early and I was psyched. Until I got outside. My car was leaking something red. I figured I would start driving anyways cause if it was something horrible I would know pretty quickly. Turns out I was right. Pretty quickly I realized that it was my power steering fluid, and I had no power steering. I stopped at O'Reilly's because in my opinion, they should know everything about cars.
They informed me that, because my fluid was "spurting" that my car could catch on fire! In other words I was stranded. And apparently, AAA doesn't kick in for another 3 days. They would however, tow me 5 miles for free and then charge me $5/a mile after that. Meaning that it would cost me $300 to tow my car from Bowling Green to Clarksville. After an hour and a half of people trying to help me and talking on the phone to everyone in the world, finally someone looked at my car and realized that oh ya, it's not spurting anymore. It's just leaking out onto the ground. I.E. I could have kept on driving and been half way home. Ugh.
I hate car problems. Especially when my husband is out of the country and I don't know another man within 120 miles. I don't deal with car problems. That's my husband's job or my dad's job. Unfortunately for my father, it has now become his job. I hate having stress in my life, and I hate feeling helpless. That is just what happens when your a woman and your car breaks down hours away from all of your family. I felt totally helpless sitting in the parking lot, not knowing how I was going to get home that night.
Although it turned out alright, it brought up the realization for the first time that I am on my own. This year is going to be long, and it's going to be a learning experience. I'm just hoping I don't have to relive that learning experience again. Lesson learned: purchase AAA long before you actually need it.
Everything that can go wrong, has. And everything that can stress me out, is. Gah! It's enough to make me scream. But then I'm afraid my neighbors would think I'm being murdered and call 911. Our apartment has really thin walls. Really, really thin walls. Actually, I think they've gotten thinner since Blake left. I'm pretty sure I didn't hear all this noise before...but maybe that's just cause Blake was louder than them.
Moving on. On Thursday, I was all set to head to school and then head home to Indiana for the weekend. One of my good friends was getting married on Friday night and I was really excited to come home and watch them say "I do." And then there was a noise. And it was a loud noise. I am no car mechanic-heck, I barely know how to pop the hood so I did the only thing I knew how to do. Called my Dad. Who is 240 miles away at this point. He didn't know what it was, and it went away so he figured it wasn't anything too bad. So then I did the second thing I knew how to do. I bought the best package AAA has. I figured if I had any problem on the road home, then I could call them. And they would give me a rental car so I could get home.
I went to class and found out my professor was sick, and did the most logical thing a graduate student could do. Skipped class. I was headed home an hour and half early and I was psyched. Until I got outside. My car was leaking something red. I figured I would start driving anyways cause if it was something horrible I would know pretty quickly. Turns out I was right. Pretty quickly I realized that it was my power steering fluid, and I had no power steering. I stopped at O'Reilly's because in my opinion, they should know everything about cars.
They informed me that, because my fluid was "spurting" that my car could catch on fire! In other words I was stranded. And apparently, AAA doesn't kick in for another 3 days. They would however, tow me 5 miles for free and then charge me $5/a mile after that. Meaning that it would cost me $300 to tow my car from Bowling Green to Clarksville. After an hour and a half of people trying to help me and talking on the phone to everyone in the world, finally someone looked at my car and realized that oh ya, it's not spurting anymore. It's just leaking out onto the ground. I.E. I could have kept on driving and been half way home. Ugh.
I hate car problems. Especially when my husband is out of the country and I don't know another man within 120 miles. I don't deal with car problems. That's my husband's job or my dad's job. Unfortunately for my father, it has now become his job. I hate having stress in my life, and I hate feeling helpless. That is just what happens when your a woman and your car breaks down hours away from all of your family. I felt totally helpless sitting in the parking lot, not knowing how I was going to get home that night.
Although it turned out alright, it brought up the realization for the first time that I am on my own. This year is going to be long, and it's going to be a learning experience. I'm just hoping I don't have to relive that learning experience again. Lesson learned: purchase AAA long before you actually need it.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
And it is finally here
I have been trying to find the words to write this entry for several days now, and I just haven't been able to do it. It's really hard to find the words to describe one of the hardest days of my life. And it wasn't just one day, it was THREE! Because the Army hates me.
On Wednesday, we went out to breakfast with Blake's parents, siblings, aunt & uncle, cousin, and grandparents. Every time he deploys, we have to have breakfast together as a family at Cracker Barrel. So we followed tradition and all gathered for one last meal with him. We sat and chatted and laughed and told stories and cried. More specifically, I cried. I kept having to escape to the bathroom so I wouldn't start a chain reaction.
But this was nothing new to Blake, I had spent the morning crying. I woke up with knots in my stomach knowing that I had to say goodbye into him for a year. And then I cried. And he held me. And I stopped crying for about 5 seconds and then started again. It was a viscous cycle. But eventually I stopped long enough to get out of bed and get myself ready for the day.
So anyways. We had to say goodbye to his grandparents after breakfast, because they had a long drive ahead of them. Blake and his Grandma are very close and it's always an emotional goodbye, but what killed me, was when his Grandpa started to cry. I just can't take it when stoic men cry.
And then we left for the base. It was the worst car ride of my life. Every mile we drove took us closer to the place where I had to leave my best friend. By the time we got there, I was bawling like a baby. Blake couldn't even look at me. I was a crying mess. Mascara down my face, eyes as swollen as they could get, and a runny nose. Just the way I wanted him to see me before he left for a year.
I never imagined letting him go would be as hard and as painful as it was. Second to losing my best friend, it was the hardest thing I have ever done. I can't even describe what it is like to watch the love of your life walk away, knowing that he will 7800 miles away and will not return for a year.
But then he was back in 5 hours. There plane broke down, and then Army was nice enough to let us know that we would have to repeat this day everyday until they finally got a plane. But that didn't happen. We were told a few hours after that they would fly out on Friday. So Friday, we began to repeat the process. Going out to breakfast, taking pictures, watching him pack, and driving back to post. And then...we get a text. No plane again.
At this point, I was very frustrated. Not that he wasn't leaving, because as far as I was concerned, they could just not leave at all. But I was very frustrated because I just wanted to know when this was going to end. I wanted to know when the knot in my stomach could go away. And when I could begin living my life again. At this point, I hadn't been to work in a week, hadn't gone to school in two weeks, and had piles of homework left to do.
On Friday, we found out that they would be leaving on Sunday. We spent the rest of the weekend eating, watching movies, and being bums. Which was the perfect way to spend our last weekend together. On Sunday, I repeated Wednesday just with a little less tears. It was still incredibly hard to say goodbye to him. I didn't want to leave. I didn't want him to leave.
Goodbyes are never easy, and they're even harder when it's someone who has invaded every part of your life. I couldn't have imagined on my wedding day how big of an impact he would have on my life or how much more I would love him. These made this goodbye extra hard. But it's also what will make this deployment easy. Because of how much I love him and how much he means to me, this deployment will be a breeze. Anything is possible when you're doing it for someone you love.
On Wednesday, we went out to breakfast with Blake's parents, siblings, aunt & uncle, cousin, and grandparents. Every time he deploys, we have to have breakfast together as a family at Cracker Barrel. So we followed tradition and all gathered for one last meal with him. We sat and chatted and laughed and told stories and cried. More specifically, I cried. I kept having to escape to the bathroom so I wouldn't start a chain reaction.
But this was nothing new to Blake, I had spent the morning crying. I woke up with knots in my stomach knowing that I had to say goodbye into him for a year. And then I cried. And he held me. And I stopped crying for about 5 seconds and then started again. It was a viscous cycle. But eventually I stopped long enough to get out of bed and get myself ready for the day.
So anyways. We had to say goodbye to his grandparents after breakfast, because they had a long drive ahead of them. Blake and his Grandma are very close and it's always an emotional goodbye, but what killed me, was when his Grandpa started to cry. I just can't take it when stoic men cry.
And then we left for the base. It was the worst car ride of my life. Every mile we drove took us closer to the place where I had to leave my best friend. By the time we got there, I was bawling like a baby. Blake couldn't even look at me. I was a crying mess. Mascara down my face, eyes as swollen as they could get, and a runny nose. Just the way I wanted him to see me before he left for a year.
I never imagined letting him go would be as hard and as painful as it was. Second to losing my best friend, it was the hardest thing I have ever done. I can't even describe what it is like to watch the love of your life walk away, knowing that he will 7800 miles away and will not return for a year.
But then he was back in 5 hours. There plane broke down, and then Army was nice enough to let us know that we would have to repeat this day everyday until they finally got a plane. But that didn't happen. We were told a few hours after that they would fly out on Friday. So Friday, we began to repeat the process. Going out to breakfast, taking pictures, watching him pack, and driving back to post. And then...we get a text. No plane again.
At this point, I was very frustrated. Not that he wasn't leaving, because as far as I was concerned, they could just not leave at all. But I was very frustrated because I just wanted to know when this was going to end. I wanted to know when the knot in my stomach could go away. And when I could begin living my life again. At this point, I hadn't been to work in a week, hadn't gone to school in two weeks, and had piles of homework left to do.
On Friday, we found out that they would be leaving on Sunday. We spent the rest of the weekend eating, watching movies, and being bums. Which was the perfect way to spend our last weekend together. On Sunday, I repeated Wednesday just with a little less tears. It was still incredibly hard to say goodbye to him. I didn't want to leave. I didn't want him to leave.
Goodbyes are never easy, and they're even harder when it's someone who has invaded every part of your life. I couldn't have imagined on my wedding day how big of an impact he would have on my life or how much more I would love him. These made this goodbye extra hard. But it's also what will make this deployment easy. Because of how much I love him and how much he means to me, this deployment will be a breeze. Anything is possible when you're doing it for someone you love.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Learning to Dance in the Rain
We are 4 days away from the deployment, and I am really feeling it. I'm just not ready, but then again, I don't think I will ever be. No matter how many times I will have to do this, I don't think I will ever be ready to send him half way around the world. Nothing can prepare you for this, but that doesn't mean I haven't been trying.
This quote has been my motto for the last 6 weeks as I've been preparing for this deployment: "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain." I'm living, breathing, and eating that motto right now. I'm trying to dance in this rainstorm we are in right now.
It's just not a fun time for us right now. All I can think about is the deployment, and thats the last thing Blake wants to think about. I'm the type of person who needs to talk about something until I'm blue in the face, and that's not exactly Blake's style. He's a very stoic man, and while I know this is hard for him too, he just doesn't show it much.
We're learning to find the little positives in our situation. Our relationship grew by leaps and bounds during the last deployment, and we are looking forward to that. Being apart for a year, adds depth and maturity to a relationship in a way no other experience can. You learn new things about your spouse, learn to let things go, and learn how to keep communication open in new ways. I have been able to appreciate Blake in a thousand new ways due to our previous deployment and to preparing for another deployment.
While this year seems like it's going to last forever, I know it's only a minuscule amount of time when compared to the rest of our lives. I'm ready to jump into this deployment, because there is no other way. You don't get to dip your toes into it to see if your ready to get in, you don't get to ease into, you just have to jump cannonball style into it. And that's what we are getting ready to do.
This quote has been my motto for the last 6 weeks as I've been preparing for this deployment: "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain." I'm living, breathing, and eating that motto right now. I'm trying to dance in this rainstorm we are in right now.
It's just not a fun time for us right now. All I can think about is the deployment, and thats the last thing Blake wants to think about. I'm the type of person who needs to talk about something until I'm blue in the face, and that's not exactly Blake's style. He's a very stoic man, and while I know this is hard for him too, he just doesn't show it much.
We're learning to find the little positives in our situation. Our relationship grew by leaps and bounds during the last deployment, and we are looking forward to that. Being apart for a year, adds depth and maturity to a relationship in a way no other experience can. You learn new things about your spouse, learn to let things go, and learn how to keep communication open in new ways. I have been able to appreciate Blake in a thousand new ways due to our previous deployment and to preparing for another deployment.
While this year seems like it's going to last forever, I know it's only a minuscule amount of time when compared to the rest of our lives. I'm ready to jump into this deployment, because there is no other way. You don't get to dip your toes into it to see if your ready to get in, you don't get to ease into, you just have to jump cannonball style into it. And that's what we are getting ready to do.
Top Ten Reasons He CAN Deploy
10. I might be able to have a sheet set for more than a month. I feel I need to explain. My husband has some sort of special ability to rip sheets. Somehow, in his sleep, he pulls the fitted sheet off and then when he goes to put it back on before he goes to bed, he rips it. In the corner. Two sheet sets in two months is more than enough.
9. Because I will have a 1000x less laundry to do. I'm not sure how he does it, but he goes through more clothes, towels, and anything else that needs to be washed than anyone I know.
8. I will get run of the TV. The hubs is addicted to the TV. If we go to a restaurant and there is a TV within eye-shot, he is watching it. When we're home, he's watching it. And typically not the shows I want to watch. We have our shows that we watch, but the rest of the time, we're watching food shows, car shows, and war shows. I have to say, a year break from those shows sounds pretty good to me.
7. The amount of clutter in my house will be significantly reduced. Blake and I have accumulated ALOT of clutter in our short 9 months of marriage, but OUR clutter does not even compare to HIS clutter. Or more specifically, ARMY clutter. They give him way too much stuff and it all ends in my spare bedroom. It looks like the Army puked in my spare bedroom.
6. There will be no toothpaste residue left in my sink. Enough said.
5. I will have entire run of the bed. See previous blog entry titled "Issues" for more information.
4. I get his phone. I hate my phone and I haven't even had it for a year. And because my husband is oh-so-wonderful, he is letting me use his cell phone. This is a wonderful thing because I can't express enough my hatred for my phone. And also because his has this cool coloring pad thing.
3. Because it means I get to mooch off my parents for a little while longer. I am spending the summer in Indiana to complete an externship, and it'll be fun to get to spend some time with my parents. Typically if you move back home when your married, it's not a good thing. But for a military wife, it's the GREATEST thing. There is no better place to be than with family when your husband is 7,800 miles away in a warzone.
2. A year without snoring doesn't sound too bad to me! I'm constantly hitting him or kicking him or telling him to roll over or attempting to suffocate him with the pillow (just kidding to the last one). He does not have a bad snore, but it's just this quiet, breathy snore that drives me INSANE when I am having trouble sleeping.
1. And lastly, because I will actually get homework done in advance. It seems like I never get anything done when he is around. He always has something he wants to do, places he wants to go, and I never get anything done. I'm always doing it at the last second. Now, I wont have any excuse to slack on homework.
9. Because I will have a 1000x less laundry to do. I'm not sure how he does it, but he goes through more clothes, towels, and anything else that needs to be washed than anyone I know.
8. I will get run of the TV. The hubs is addicted to the TV. If we go to a restaurant and there is a TV within eye-shot, he is watching it. When we're home, he's watching it. And typically not the shows I want to watch. We have our shows that we watch, but the rest of the time, we're watching food shows, car shows, and war shows. I have to say, a year break from those shows sounds pretty good to me.
7. The amount of clutter in my house will be significantly reduced. Blake and I have accumulated ALOT of clutter in our short 9 months of marriage, but OUR clutter does not even compare to HIS clutter. Or more specifically, ARMY clutter. They give him way too much stuff and it all ends in my spare bedroom. It looks like the Army puked in my spare bedroom.
6. There will be no toothpaste residue left in my sink. Enough said.
5. I will have entire run of the bed. See previous blog entry titled "Issues" for more information.
4. I get his phone. I hate my phone and I haven't even had it for a year. And because my husband is oh-so-wonderful, he is letting me use his cell phone. This is a wonderful thing because I can't express enough my hatred for my phone. And also because his has this cool coloring pad thing.
3. Because it means I get to mooch off my parents for a little while longer. I am spending the summer in Indiana to complete an externship, and it'll be fun to get to spend some time with my parents. Typically if you move back home when your married, it's not a good thing. But for a military wife, it's the GREATEST thing. There is no better place to be than with family when your husband is 7,800 miles away in a warzone.
2. A year without snoring doesn't sound too bad to me! I'm constantly hitting him or kicking him or telling him to roll over or attempting to suffocate him with the pillow (just kidding to the last one). He does not have a bad snore, but it's just this quiet, breathy snore that drives me INSANE when I am having trouble sleeping.
1. And lastly, because I will actually get homework done in advance. It seems like I never get anything done when he is around. He always has something he wants to do, places he wants to go, and I never get anything done. I'm always doing it at the last second. Now, I wont have any excuse to slack on homework.
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