First off, tennis was canceled today because of rain. We've had great weather lately, so I shouldn't be too upset. But I am. I love tennis, and I now have to do something else for a workout, probably P90X. Oh, and don't ask me how half a box of Nilla Wafers magically disappeared after I got the cancellation call this morning. The day started off just peachy....or vanilla-y?
Speaking of tennis....a friend and fellow tennis player that I've gotten to know is moving in a few weeks, and that just sucks. I'm happy for her because she is moving to the place she wants to live forever (can you say Hawaii?), but I will miss hanging out with her. I just hate saying bye to people, especially those I don't have enough time to get to know better. Blows.
OK, now on to my husband. He bakes bread. Like homemade, from scratch, sourdough starter, kind of bread. He's weird. Anyhow, he takes over the kitchen and completely destroys it. There's flour and crap everywhere, and then he doesn't clean it up. I am so tired of cleaning up after his bread-making soires. Yes, I know many of you think it's absolutely fabulous that my husband bakes bread. It is, and the bread is actually very tasty. The fact is, though, that I don't eat the bread. Not a bite. Because of my whole limiting carbs thing. I can't take it anymore! He also keeps telling me to get a job. We'll be out running errands, and I'll point something out that I like, and he'll say to the girls, "Mom can get that when she gets a job." We live on Guam, where Guamanians can't even find jobs, and where they are just now receiving tax refunds from 3 years ago. I did not ask to move here. Don't get me started on the job thing. That's a whole other post.
Christmas is around the corner, and I don't know what presents to get for almost everyone. Of course, my kids have lists a mile long, so I am almost done with their shopping. However, I haven't even started shopping for anyone else. I love the Christmas season, but I am having a teeny bit of trouble getting motivated this year. The tree is up, and the house is mostly decorated. The Elf on the Shelf finally made his appearance, and the outside lights are shining brightly. The front porch looks like this, though:
Disheveled. Can't get any kind of hanger to stick to the walls. Maybe I'll just give up. Not in my nature. There's gotta be a way. Oh, and the Christmas cards....yeah, those might be late because we haven't taken
On a positive note, I ran my first 5k in more than 10 years last Friday. It felt good, and I am glad I did it, especially since I haven't really been running. I also ran again yesterday with 3 great ladies who are motivating me to get out there and pound the pavement. Oh, and our tennis team now has a name....the Boonie Babes! Year-round tennis is delightful!
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| Yes, it was hot. Yes, I was sweaty. And even yesser, my face was beet red. |
So, you have first world problems. At least you recognize that there is a matter of perspective to be considered.
ReplyDeleteBut your issue with a job is not a first-world problem. It's a problem for many families and whereas I'm not advocating consumerism, I will defend you all day long and all night long about the job. You chose to be a military spouse, that's true. But Mark should recognize that as a result of moving etc., jobs aren't easy to come by. Your comeback line should be something like that he needs to get out of the military or something like that. Which may not be the best course for him since it seems like he'll go far; but he needs to make a choice--continue to have you do a great job as a mother and a military spouse or allow you the chance to work in a place where you won't be uprooted every three years.
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If you can't rant to your "sisters," then it is a sad day. I totally understand. Deb
ReplyDeleteOh, I so understand your feelings, more than you might think. Hang in there and continue your occasional ranting - it is good for all of us to get it out and move on to a new day. Remind your DH that you get COLA there and therefore you can afford that little something you were eyeing! :)
ReplyDeleteI thought I was the only one with first world problems :-). I'm glad to know others share my pain, especially with the job thang, I mean come on...we're on a teeny tiny island for god sake! Sometimes, it's just best to let it all out and I agree, "a girl just has to rant."
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