We have had a crazy couple of weeks. He returned on Saturday and we flew to our next base to house hunt on Wednesday. The boys went to spend the week with my parents so we were able to have a little time together. I personally HATE to fly. Well I take that back - I love to fly. They just need to come up with a way to fly without take offs and landings.
We spent three days looking at houses with our Realtor. They all started to blend together after about the first five. By the 30th house I was completely lost. Thankfully we took lots of pictures of the "Maybe" homes and had one "It will Work Home" in the mix. Then we saw THE HOUSE. It took less than 5 minutes before we were sure it was the one. We were the first family to see the house but after only 10 minutes there another family showed up. Our Realtor left in a run to put in our offer. After a short bidding war they took our offer and we went under contract on our new home on Monday. It is perfect and I even get my own room for crafts and (as Daddy calls it) crap. I think it will also be a great guest room. Maybe. I may not want to share.
The house is huge compared to our current one- Almost 600 sq ft bigger. I did not think it would make that much difference but it really does. The best part about the house is that the boys will be on the lower floor and we will be upstairs. We will finally be able to have a little privacy.
The boys are so excited and have spent a lot of time looking over the pictures we brought them. They have already claimed the family room since it house surround sound for their video games. There is even talk about putting in "gaming" chairs instead of traditional furniture. I really think I will win that fight.
We finally returned home on Tuesday and have been running ever since. The amount of stuff left to do is overwhelming but I am sure it will all get done. They come to pack the house in two days so I have to get ready to "camp" in almost empty houses for the next month. I really hope we are able to close on our new house a little early but I do not think we are that lucky.
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Homecomings and Strangers
Seeing Daddy walk off the plane was probably one of the best moments of my life. He ran through the gates and was immediately tackled by the boys. Then it was my turn. Getting to touch Him again was so amazing. The hugs and kisses were what I was missing for so many months. The weight I had been carrying around with me for so long just lifted away.
The drive home was spent holding hands and kissing necks and teasing one another. (And He finally was able to drive the Pathfinder that He bought me while over there. Thankfully He likes it!) Two hours had passed by before we were finally home, the kids were in bed, and we were able to be alone.
We have loved each other for over 15 years, yet at that moment, we were strangers again. The awkward touches and hesitant words said so much more than their surface meanings. Learning to be together again at times can be new and exciting, but for the most part it is a like inviting a stranger to live in the shadows of a former love. He will never be the same man He was before this deployment. I can never be the same girl. Too much has happened. We have changed too much.
The drive home was spent holding hands and kissing necks and teasing one another. (And He finally was able to drive the Pathfinder that He bought me while over there. Thankfully He likes it!) Two hours had passed by before we were finally home, the kids were in bed, and we were able to be alone.
We have loved each other for over 15 years, yet at that moment, we were strangers again. The awkward touches and hesitant words said so much more than their surface meanings. Learning to be together again at times can be new and exciting, but for the most part it is a like inviting a stranger to live in the shadows of a former love. He will never be the same man He was before this deployment. I can never be the same girl. Too much has happened. We have changed too much.
Friday, January 30, 2015
Tick Tock
All the fun of His return has started.
Hair Appointments
Nail Appointments
New Clothes
Cleaning the House
Getting the Boys Ready
And waiting the last few days and hours. The time just crawls by when you get to this point. I know when He gets on His first flight but I don't know anything else until He lands at the closest airport. Sometime soon He will step on US soil again. Sometime soon He will board the last plane and fly home to me.
Why can't I just fast forward to the moment of my first hug?
Hair Appointments
Nail Appointments
New Clothes
Cleaning the House
Getting the Boys Ready
And waiting the last few days and hours. The time just crawls by when you get to this point. I know when He gets on His first flight but I don't know anything else until He lands at the closest airport. Sometime soon He will step on US soil again. Sometime soon He will board the last plane and fly home to me.
Why can't I just fast forward to the moment of my first hug?
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Dates and Times
We finally have the information I have wanted for the last eight months. I know when Daddy will fly into the nearby city. The deployment is almost over but it really takes weeks or months for our family to recover from so much time apart.
We have tried to keep our "lifestyle" while He was on the other side of the world. It is really hard. I am naturally submissive and like to follow Him but when He deploys I have to take over so many of His normal roles. I have spent eight months doing the things that normally fall on His shoulders. I did what I wanted, when I wanted and did not wait for permission or for His blessings. I have to hand back over all of my freedom when Daddy gets off the plane. It will be an adjustment....I think that is just a nice way to say hell. It takes a lot of pushing and pulling and shaping to get everything to fit again.
Our relationship will never be what it was before He left. We are not the same people we were when we kissed goodbye. We can't go back. Once all our pieces are put back together I do feel we will be stronger and better than before.
We have tried to keep our "lifestyle" while He was on the other side of the world. It is really hard. I am naturally submissive and like to follow Him but when He deploys I have to take over so many of His normal roles. I have spent eight months doing the things that normally fall on His shoulders. I did what I wanted, when I wanted and did not wait for permission or for His blessings. I have to hand back over all of my freedom when Daddy gets off the plane. It will be an adjustment....I think that is just a nice way to say hell. It takes a lot of pushing and pulling and shaping to get everything to fit again.
Our relationship will never be what it was before He left. We are not the same people we were when we kissed goodbye. We can't go back. Once all our pieces are put back together I do feel we will be stronger and better than before.
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Done. Just Done.
He still is not home.
We don't know when He will be home.
I am so done with this deployment.
We don't know when He will be home.
I am so done with this deployment.
Friday, January 23, 2015
Schools and Problems
It has been a crazy week. I don't even know where to start on this.
Our oldest came in this week and announced that he was being transferred out of his PE class and put into art. I was a little surprised since we had not had any notice and he LOVES to take PE. I of course started asking all the questions.
Did you get into trouble?
Seriously??? (I even got the eye roll. lol)
Did they move only you?
No
How do you feel about this move?
Its ok. My friends moved too. And I might like Art.
What do you want me to do about this?
Just leave it alone. I don't want to leave my friends.
Why do you think they moved you?
Well....Ummm.... (He knew I would not like the answer. He was so right)
Well after a lot of questions this Momma was PISSED.
D was moved to art (along with 11 other boys) because they are "SKINNY". The school then moved 12 "FAT" kids into their place.
WHAT THE FUCK???
My son was discriminated against because he is healthy and has great genes from his Dad. And I feel so sorry for the other 23 boys they did this too. I was beyond upset and waited until D was at school the next day to tell Daddy. To say the least, Daddy was pissed (and thankfully on the other side of the world.)
I spent that morning at the school talking to the principle and trying to understand what they were thinking. Apparently they were not thinking. He told me that some kids just needed more time in the gym than our son did and that D could use some time in art.
I really wanted to throw things and yell but I kept my cool. D will enjoy his time in art and then in 6 weeks we will move. He has always been allowed to make these decisions and I will not change that now.
This is the second time this school district has discriminated against my boys. I am so over New Mexico.
Our oldest came in this week and announced that he was being transferred out of his PE class and put into art. I was a little surprised since we had not had any notice and he LOVES to take PE. I of course started asking all the questions.
Did you get into trouble?
Seriously??? (I even got the eye roll. lol)
Did they move only you?
No
How do you feel about this move?
Its ok. My friends moved too. And I might like Art.
What do you want me to do about this?
Just leave it alone. I don't want to leave my friends.
Why do you think they moved you?
Well....Ummm.... (He knew I would not like the answer. He was so right)
Well after a lot of questions this Momma was PISSED.
D was moved to art (along with 11 other boys) because they are "SKINNY". The school then moved 12 "FAT" kids into their place.
WHAT THE FUCK???
My son was discriminated against because he is healthy and has great genes from his Dad. And I feel so sorry for the other 23 boys they did this too. I was beyond upset and waited until D was at school the next day to tell Daddy. To say the least, Daddy was pissed (and thankfully on the other side of the world.)
I spent that morning at the school talking to the principle and trying to understand what they were thinking. Apparently they were not thinking. He told me that some kids just needed more time in the gym than our son did and that D could use some time in art.
I really wanted to throw things and yell but I kept my cool. D will enjoy his time in art and then in 6 weeks we will move. He has always been allowed to make these decisions and I will not change that now.
This is the second time this school district has discriminated against my boys. I am so over New Mexico.
Saturday, January 17, 2015
January
The month of January is slowly going by. I have someone installing new flooring in the main part of the house, repairing some base boards, and other general flooring stuff so my house has been torn apart for two weeks. Thankfully it is all almost done and I now get to paint and stain the last of it.
January was also when He was coming home but the Military has decided again that they are more important than our schedule. So He will be home in February. And we have to move across the country before March 1. This just doesn't work in my mind. We asked for a delay but it was turned down. I just don't know what to do. I am looking at houses online and we have a Realtor that is really nice. I just don't want to be homeless with two kids, three dogs, a cat, a tortoise, four fish, and a snake. I don't think it would be fun.
So I am working on the house - trying to keep it show ready for potential renters/buyers. The boys seem to think that they can destroy everything each night and some magic fairy cleans it up for them in the morning. I am so sick of picking up Legos and making beds. I will say that I am very happy with the way the house looks. I wish we could live in a staged house all the time but I am sure I would eventually miss all my things I have put into storage.
January was also when He was coming home but the Military has decided again that they are more important than our schedule. So He will be home in February. And we have to move across the country before March 1. This just doesn't work in my mind. We asked for a delay but it was turned down. I just don't know what to do. I am looking at houses online and we have a Realtor that is really nice. I just don't want to be homeless with two kids, three dogs, a cat, a tortoise, four fish, and a snake. I don't think it would be fun.
So I am working on the house - trying to keep it show ready for potential renters/buyers. The boys seem to think that they can destroy everything each night and some magic fairy cleans it up for them in the morning. I am so sick of picking up Legos and making beds. I will say that I am very happy with the way the house looks. I wish we could live in a staged house all the time but I am sure I would eventually miss all my things I have put into storage.
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