So I got my first unemployment check this week. Turns out that when you quit because your spouse is relocating bc of the army you qualify for it. Sad part? Even though I'm *technically* getting less than half of my weekly paycheck, I'm actually seeing much more of it since I don't have to pay daycare and gas to work. Seriously, before after I paid daycare, gas, tithe, and bought groceries I had less than $50 left over per week. And that was after we dropped the health insurance through my job, my leftover money was even less than that.

The Hubby's been gone all week for field training. Sucks to be him, I've had unbridled access to both the car and the bank account. I spent about $500, probably more than that. But I did get enough groceries for the next two weeks (minus fruits, they go too fast here to keep for long) and bought some things that I wanted and was told by The Hubby that "when you're working and bringing home a paycheck you can buy it."

He's gonna go to war. Of course mr. dumbo listens to everything others tell him no matter how laughable it is thinks that he's not going to be gone for a full year because the president said that the troops were coming home. He doesn't listen to the news and can't see what I see, that if they're finished in Iraq before the year's out, they'll just be sent over to Afghanistan or maybe even Pakistan (who knows what's gonna happen with them in six or eight months?). The clock is ticking down and before the year's out he will be sleeping under strange stars and looking at an unfamiliar moon. It's a good thing that his stint at AIT turned me into a darn monk. Otherwise I would've never survived a year without nookie.

The Hubby is coming home on R&R on dec 19th~~~!!!!!! I'm going to buy his plane ticket this weekend. I'm so excited, we have a lot to catch up on. I hope the kidlets don't get scared of him since it's been so long and kids have short memories. Of course, he says that he doesn't want anyone meeting him at the airport when he comes which means that I am so going to have a group of people there waiting for him. I'm going to make signs, and get balloons, and all that happy crappy stuff. It will have been six months from the last time that we saw him, of course people want to see him. He'll be here until just after new year's which will give him some time to get a relationship going with the kidlets again. Especially Ducky. The poor thing barely remembers him (I think)I hope that he doesn't take offense if Ducky doesn't run to him right away. After all, he's been gone half of Ducky's life. And of course we have to catch up on six month's worth of conjugal visits if you know what I mean, hehe. It's too bad that I don't have any vacation time left, or I'd take some time then to spend with him. Oh well, he can have a nice hot meal ready for me when I get home from work.

He's gone and am all alone in the house with the kidlets. Keep trying to make myself be busy so that I don't have to miss him. It sucks big fat monkey butt cuz I already got used to him being around all the time and now I have to get unused to it. I won't hear from him for the next few weeks cuz they like to keep their newbies sequestered for awhile. After that, we'll be able to talk to him on Sundays until he finishes up Basic. I so wish that we could pack up and move with him to his class after that but it's not financially feasible.

I am making a list of all the things that I want to get done around the house to keep me busy:
rug- the edge where it ends and the tile starts was ripped by the previous tenants and because The Hubby was going to retile the entire area he never got around to fixing it. I know exactly how to fix that problem and will be heading over to Home Depot this weekend to fix it. Wish me luck cuz I've never drilled through concrete nor sawed metal before. Am planning on using womanly wiles to get the Home Depot workers to cut the metal for me.

kidlets room have to figure some sort of storage space in there. Plus have to fit Ducky's crib in there as well

backyard since The Hubby used to do all his work in the backyard and was dumb enough to throw nails and broken glass all over it, The Kid could never play in it. Am going to separate an area just for him, comb through it for any nails/glass/sharp object, and then will throw one of those plastickey outdoor rug thingies on it in case I missed something. Will be second on list as I will then be able to let him out to play while I cook/clean/sleep.

laundry room he has a million things in here that he will never use. I will go over everything and throw away what's not needed. Get some organization in there as well.

computer/rumpus room Since he's gone, I can move things around and put them where they should be and gasp! get an actual computer table instead of a big long table that takes up half the room. Seriously, this has caused more fights than leaving the toilet seat up. Concurrent to that, I will be installing Microsoft Word AND Excel in the computer. He is mortal enemies with these two programs and forced me to go to the library and do my homework because he wouldn't install it. He thinks that WordPerfect is just fine and that "teachers have to understand it." Umn.. no, they fail you if you don't submit your work in the format required.

Am sure the list will get bigger as I think of more things that have not gotten done around the house.



In other news, Ducky would.not.sleep last night. I'm sure that he caught wind of Diana's sleepless teething night and decided that it was high time he did that as well. He was screaming horribly and was so tired and sleepy but just couldn't stop crying. I could see why some people shake their babies, because it was so bad that all I wanted was for him to stop crying. If I'd been told at that point that shaking him would've made him stop, I would've done it too. The desperation, sadness, tiredness, all combined with the fact that now am all alone with the kidlets kinda got to me. Thankfully the most harmful thing I did to him was give him Tylenol but even that didn't work. He finally fell asleep exhausted around 5:30am. Just in time for the alarm to ring.

My sister was pregnant and found out that she was expecting twins. She was told that one of the twins might be dead/ not growing properly. Then she was told that her pregnancy was very high risk and that she could lose the other baby. Then she lost the babies. This is a very very sad story except that The Hubby, in his customary way of not paying attention to what I tell him got things so screwed up, that he told our friends my sister was going to have half a twin. Which is just one baby. Which was hilarious when he said it because to this day he still doesn't get the fact that one of the babies was hiding behind the other one and that's why they couldn't tell things properly the first time. And it's funny because he was trying to explain how there was a maybe baby hiding behind a maybe not baby that was not babyshaped and not quite sure if it was true but maybe not. Which makes me sad because I wanted to see the babies. And it makes me even more sad that my sister's going through this process since it is painful to lose a baby whether it's in utero or outside.

Katherine Marie said...
Are you flippin' married to a pastor?! Are you like the family in "Seventh Heaven"?! O jeeze.

I am so not like the family in "Seventh Heaven". I own my house and don't have meddling old biddies sweeping through it to make sure that the church's property is being taken care of. I am married to a pastor. One of three pastors at my church. But he doesn't really do the pastor thing, he's actually the treasurer of the church (and no katie, we don't "borrow" money from church with or without the intent of paying it back). Plus, if I had that many kids I might flush them all down the toilet. Or try. I would at least try.

**edited to add** Oh yeah, I wear pants and gasp! Makeup.

Apparently the problem wasn't with Paypal, it was with us. Oh, didn't I tell you? The Hubby had the exact same thing happen to him. Except his bank is different than mine and his bank didn't think to freeze the account when they saw weird things going on like my bank did. So now we're out almost $600.00 until all this gets straightened out. Seems like someone hacked into our home computer and took our info out of there. Which explains the fact that the computer's been virusey lately and we had to spring for a new one. So now we're broker than broke and will have to wait about 10 business days while this gets straightened out. The only account that wasn't compromised was my other one that doesn't have paypal access. The Hubby doesn't think that it's such a good idea to close his account and open up a new one. He says that it's too much paperwork.

We were going to try to buy a brand new house for us to move into. After thinking about it, we decided not to. It sucks because that house can beat up our current house. And I'd already gotten my hopes up. S'okay, says The Hubby, we'll get a better house for our needs. Our problem is space. We have to have a double garage to keep The Hubby's tools and to keep the church's trailer. Since our church doesn't have its own temple right now, all the music equipment is stored with us. And it gets cramped sometimes because The Hubby can't carry everything to its spot every sunday (the stuff's really heavy). So if we had a covered garage that would solve that problem. We also have to have plenty of space for The Hubby's trailers and the one that he's planning on buying. I tell you girls, I've got the best hubby in the world (for me that is. For you it most definitely probably may be yours). I have literally tried to take his breath away (by standing reaaally close to him and breathing all the air around him). I tell him that he's not allowed to have any of my oxygen and I must take it all back.

My belly hurts. Monday night I had to go to skool and came back home around 830pm. To find The Kid sleeping. The Hubby had put The Kid down for a nap at 5pm and had let him sleep through. NOT FUN! I made him wake up The Kid and was rewarded with a very hyper, very alert chillum. Of course The Hubby got tired and went to bed at 930ish. So guess who stayed up till midnight with The Kid? Yours truly. I got so mad at The Hubby. It's like he listens to what I tell him, and then goes and does the opposite of that. There's no winning with him.

I guess he felt bad at what he did. I was pretty vocal to The Kid letting him know exactly what I thought of his father for doing that to me knowing that I had to go to work. I only said those things because I was hoping he would be awake and hear me. Last night when I came home from work The Hibby, Hubby made dinner. This is a man whose idea of making dinner is ordering Chinese. He made pepper steak, rice, storebought potato salad, garden salad, and fritters. By himself. I was proud that he was able to work all the complicated knobs of the stove together and of the fact that I didn’t have to cook that night. He’s still in the doghouse for letting The Kid sleep like that. I have more skool today so he better not let him sleep.

I never told you guys what The Hubby did. I was at skool and when I came home I found The Kid sans hair. I was so mad I screamed. He looked like this when I left for skool

















and when I came home, he looked like this

Let me tell you, it took a few days for me to calm down. I hated the new cut. I don't have a baby anymore, I have a little man. It sucks because he looks so grown up that I don't even know where my little baby went. I have forgiven The Hubby but he is not allowed to cut The Kid's hair for a long time.

I think I might have to smack The Hubby around. He has officially driven me crazy. Little background for you: at the start of every single semester, I have to explain over and over to him exactly why I am not out of school yet, and how long it's going to take me to finish school. Every. Freaking. Semester. And every semester he "forgets" that I had given him this information. Anyways, This weekend classes started. One of my classes, I couldn't buy the book the same day class started because the store was already closed. I asked a kid on my class how much he paid and he gave me the info (65ish, used). I called the store he got it from on Monday (class was Sat afternoon, they didn't open again until Monday) and was told they were all out of the used and new books. That left me with no choice but to go to the skool store and buy from them.

Now I know by now all the used books are gone, and I will have to buy a new one. Used books go for 1/2 the cost of new ones, for those of you who don't know. The Hubby has me check on Amazon.com to see if the book is on sale cheaper there. I check, it's for about the same as a used book if I get the overnight delivery. I have to have the book in my hands before thursday as I have an assignment due on Sunday and I need time to complete it. The Hubby has me email him the information that I pulled on Amazon. I have no idea why, he was right next to me when I pulled it up and he could see it then. Today, just before lunch he starts im'ing me and asking how much is the book; how much does it cost with shipping; why can't I go to the store and buy it from them; why is it going to cost 100+ when I had given him a completely different price before; what do I mean by their not having the book; who told me that; blah blah blah

Then he tells me that he doesn't get paid until Thursday, which doesnt' matter, he has credit cards he can use. Then he tells me that he transferred the money (we have separate accounts) to my account and for me to buy it. Keep in mind that I need this book asap and that he has the ISBN number for the book with him, not me. Also note that it's past noon already and if I buy the book now, it won't ship until tomorrow and I will be hard pressed to finish the assigment. Keep in mind that IF I HAD KNOWN THAT I WAS GOING TO HAVE TO BUY THE STUPID BOOK MYSELF, HE COULD'VE TRANSFERRED ME THE STINKIN' MONEY AND I COULD'VE BOUGHT IT ON MONDAY, AND COULD'VE HAD IT IN MY HAND BY WED! Also, I would have to put down the routing number of my account. Number that I don't have because my checkbook was in a box that The Hubby unpacked when we moved; contents of said box have gone to box heaven, never to be seen again.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What makes me mad is how he acts so innocent and doesn't seem to realize how much he's annoying me. He actually seems to sound "surprised" to know that he has annoyed me. I swear, if it was once or twice; it wouldn't be that big a deal. Every freakin' semester we get into an argument. I can't fanthom what makes him so dumb everytime. He always tells me the same thing: you never told me (how many credits you need/are taking/how much it's gonna cost. Your pick), if you had, blah blah blah.

Sometimes my husband makes me wonder if The Hubby stuck a crayon too far up his nose when he was a child.