Monday, October 25, 2010

Stop the Ride, I Wanna Get Off!

Ugh. Things have been what seems like a nonstop party for this entire month. The problem is, a lot of work goes into hosting parties. Every weekend there is an event for something or someone. Throughout the week, there are babysitting kids, house cleaning, volunteer commitments, and commitments to my husband.

I feel as though I have been trying to keep a lot of people happy, but not one of them is me. Don’t get me wrong, I love seeing everyone. I love having a house full of people. I love the energy of all those people having a great time. But, at some point in time everyone has to go home. This month is seems like there hasn’t been any point in time when we haven’t had a visitor, or I haven’t had a meeting. Or both.

My girlfriend decided to sell Pampered Chef. So there was an open house at her place, and, of course, I hosted a party at my house. And for some crazy reason, on the day I hosted her PC party I decided to have a garage sale! Oh, not just any garage sale, but a multi-family garage sale. Yes, I brought other people’s junk over to sit among my gathered crap.

I’ve had Family Readiness meetings and training on base on a few separate occasions. Those are fun, but we only have one vehicle. I have to get up extra early in the morning to get myself ready and to take my husband in to work, before I can get where I need to be. That means the kids are all at the secondary babysitter’s house about an hour longer than necessary.

For some mixed up reason, I decided now would be a good time for me to start a new business venture. Yeah, what was I thinking, right? I am now a Tastefully Simple Independent Consultant. I love the product. It’s food, it practically sells itself! But as with any direct sales, I have to put myself out there to succeed. That means more parties! Now I’m not just having them at my house, but I’m messing up other people’s houses, too. Yay! Did I mention we already had a business meeting?

As the month draws to a close, my husband and I are going out of town on a weekend retreat. Just the two of us. No kids, no dogs, no guests. What are we going to do without distractions? I’m not sure we’ll be able to sustain conversation! When we return to civilization, I’ve booked family photos. It’ll be Halloween, and we’ll be attending (not hosting!) a party and then taking the girls trick or treating.

But the holiday season is just starting! There is the Marine Corps Birthday. Veteran’s Day. A girlfriend’s 21st birthday soiree. Battalion events. Thanksgiving. Christmas parties.

Did I say Christmas? You know what that means? Oh, the Christmas present shopping! The Christmas cards and newsletters. Post office shipping deadlines. Ugh, my head is spinning. Stop this ride, I’m getting off!

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Back to Work, Please?

It’s been two months since my husband stepped off that bus. I’m ready for him to go back to working a full day. I spent six and a half months pining after this man. Now after eight weeks, I can’t wait to get rid of him again!

Why is it we miss them when they’re gone, but all it takes is the pressing of that power button on the Playstation for us to become annoyed again? There are some days when I want to throw another hairbrush at the television. (That’s another long story.)

In all honesty, my husband does ask first when he wants to play Call of Duty. And, yes, I tell him that it’s okay. But that’s only because he’s been around the house day in and day out for weeks now, and I don’t know what else to do with the man!

The “Honeymoon Phase” did not happen for us until after he returned from a visit back to our home state. When he first returned from overseas, our alone time was cut short by the fact that we have young children, and dogs, and I have a job as a babysitter. So, as I was running nonstop, wiping noses and behinds, my husband was playing video games, smoking, and playing with the dogs. Not to mention napping on the couch in the middle of the day. Yes, I did start to resent him.

He went back to Iowa for a week, to visit family and get away from the Marine Corps for awhile. I suddenly wanted him back again. Ah, how distance makes our hearts grow fonder. Late night phone calls, flirty text messages, he even had flowers delivered. Who was this new husband of mine?

He returned to North Carolina, the flirting (and such) continued, and then his leave was over. Something about clocking in from 0730-0930 (tough, tough schedule those first few weeks back) made him restless. He has rearranged the living room with me. We’ve bought new furniture. My husband even became so bored as to sand and repaint a couple end tables for me.

Now what? He’s reached Prestige three times. He shuts off the Playstation, because he gets “sick of playing.” I don’t have any more Kilz for him to repaint more furniture. I’ve even got him unloading the dishwasher, but there’s not enough room for both of us in my kitchen. Someone take my husband, please!

But don’t forget to return him, because I will miss him. Then, you can take him again.

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