Friday, January 15, 2010

The Truth Hurts

So now that I'm officially recognizing the fact that Charley will be gone in about a month, it's time to share what I know.

1. We have entered the awkward "Leaving Soon" stage- we want to spend every minute we can together while at the same time growing resentful of the fact that we both have lives to live outside of each other. Not to mention that there is such as thing as spending too much time together...

2. Charley has admitted that he is nervous about deploying with a new unit- a unit that he hasn't trained with at all, doing a job that he has never done before. This in turn makes me more nervous. Not to mention that he is going to a "hot spot." The area in Afghanistan that right by the border with Pakistan. Ya know, the area where they are having all sorts of issues right now.

3. The kids are now "in the know" which makes things harder as we deal with their questions and concerns. Kids are a bit too honest for comfort and are willing to speak the words that scare me.

4. Charley has spent the last 7 months away from us. We reunited on New Years Day, and already he has to go. The plus side is that I am already used to raising the two punks alone. The down side? They are growing up with out their Dadda.

5. Deployments are hard on EVERYONE. And as such I feel like I have no room to complain. But really, 16 months is a very long time without your hubby.

6. We have officially decided not to have any more kids. Hard for my overactive hormones to accept. Harder still is the thought that if we did have another Charley probably wouldn't be there for the delivery. I had our oldest punk long before we met, and our littlest punk while he was in Iraq the last time. He will never get to see one of his children enter the world- and it makes me feel like he missed out on the most wonderful experience of a lifetime.

7. I'm secretly glad that we aren't going to have any more kids. Kinda contradicts what I said in #6, I know. But my last pregnancy ended with a month of hospital bed rest, preeclampsia, and three long months to get my blood sugars and blood pressure back under control. Not to mention  the year it took to lose those extra 100 lbs I tend to gain while pregnant. I'm not exaggerating. With my oldest I gained 110 lbs, and with littlest it was just under 100. Go figure my body went haywire.

8. I am going to try really really really really really hard to stay positive at all times. Especially on the blog, even though Charley doesn't ever read it unless I ask him too. His family does sometimes, and thats enough reason to try and stay upbeat.

Seriously LOVE my hair red!!!!! And long, time to grow it out again!
And I love being skinny- this pic is pre-littlest punk. One day...

So there we have it. Thanks for all the support Interwebby friends, and facebook friends, and even my twitter friends. You guys are going to be the reason I can pull this off. I know I'm not alone.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Its True

It's official. Charley is deploying to Afganistan. Soon.

And the kids and I will be all alone in a state where we don't know anyone.

The upside??? My internet is totally working so I can chat with my Inter-Friends like 24/7.

Just please forgive me if I wallow in self pity on occasion.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

IBS for Dummies

We are all moved into our little cabin in the woods. Well, at least there were woods on the other side of the street at one point. Construction happening, no clue whats going on other than they are ripping out trees left and right which ensures that I have only sporadic internet service. And I saw some deer crossing the street. Excitement.

Ya know whats more annoying than the woodpecker that has a taste for our log cabin wood exterior? Having IBS. Not only having IBS but having the "C" variety (ok, si I feel a bit weird typing the "constipation" word) only, I just did so now the can is opened- might as well run with it.

I live constipated. There, I said it again! My 'No Poo' record is 5 weeks. Jealous? Anyone? No? Ok, can't say I blame ya. Usually it isn't so bad, I adverage a poo once every two or three weeks. I can live with that, except I don't think its helping with my Get Skinny campaign.

I also have several scientific methods for making myself feel the movement, if you catch my drift. I should totally apply for a patent- or a job at a drug factory so I can get some mulah for thoughts. Until then I will share my knowledge with my small group of friends known as the Entire Internet.

When I get desperate there is a little known remedy that almost always works! Its called the PURFUME department at any major retailer. Something about the mix of floral - musky- old lady- fruity smell combination almost always sends me running for the potty. Thats right people, no perscription needed, no added fiber snacks, no "I used an entire bottle of benifiber and still nothing," no pills, juice drinks, or tummy massage. Simply walk and sniff.

This is vital knowledge Internet. Now you so called "Normal Poopers" can fix your irregularities without having to eat yogurt for two weeks. I'm gonna sign off knowing that I have imparted knowledge to the little people. I have improved the world, cause lets face it: If Momma B-Dub ain't regular- ain't no one happy.