By now, my absence from Blogland...
Fuck it, I have an excuse- I miss my kid so much that nothing else really matters. My ex is bringing my baby back next Sunday, and then my heart can finally start beating again.
That, and my laptop power cable bit the dust again. And I really don't have the hundred bucks to drop on a new one. I'm tapping out this post- letter by slow painful letter- on my hubby's iphone. Damn overpriced contraption.
So I'm alive. I'm in a crappy mood, but I'm alive. And I'm gonna go crack open a beer, and enjoy my remaining alone time. Dammit.
22 June 2009
04 June 2009
Can't...stand...the...quiet!
So, this is the year my ex husband decided to actually take his summer visitation. My baby girl will be with him for the entire month of June.
So people, I hope you're not expecting me to be nice to ANYONE anytime soon.
While I'm enjoying the adult time with my husband, I'm also driving myself crazy. I'm puttering around an empty house all damn day, and every echo hear sounds like my kid crying! Yay hallucinating. And I caught myself talking out loud in the grocery store like a crazy lady... Because there's supposed to be a kid in the cart seat talking back to me dammit!
Hubby and I are driving to see her in two weeks (we get a weekend with the kid during my ex's month) so I just gotta keep hangin on until then.
My house is REALLY clean though. I forgot the carpets were beige. I finally took the leap and bought a Dyson vacuum- I'll tell you what, a 400 dollar vacuum cleans like a 400 dollar vacuum. Worth every overpriced penny.
In other news, because I am a total dumbass, I managed to snag my nose screw on my nail and pull it all the way out. PAIN. So, I tried to put it back in. Hubby tried to put it back in. No dice. Drove my butt all the way to downtown, piercer couldn't get it back in. So now I have a HOLE IN MY FACE and my nose feels nekkid. And I have to let the damn thing heal up for a week or two, then go get it REpierced. SIGH. Damn this whole beauty is pain thing.
I also decided to use my downtime to start running again. RIGHT. I looked outside the other day at the rain and wind, decided that I wanted to feel like a real Marine again and went for alimp jog. There's this great little gravel track that goes around the outside of base housing, and I managed to jog-walk-limp-repeat my way around for a mile and a half. I can't believe I used to run 20 miles a week when I was on active duty! I need to get my shizznit together!
Anyway, I'm off to tackle that giant pile of dishes that's taunting me from the kitchen.
So people, I hope you're not expecting me to be nice to ANYONE anytime soon.
While I'm enjoying the adult time with my husband, I'm also driving myself crazy. I'm puttering around an empty house all damn day, and every echo hear sounds like my kid crying! Yay hallucinating. And I caught myself talking out loud in the grocery store like a crazy lady... Because there's supposed to be a kid in the cart seat talking back to me dammit!
Hubby and I are driving to see her in two weeks (we get a weekend with the kid during my ex's month) so I just gotta keep hangin on until then.
My house is REALLY clean though. I forgot the carpets were beige. I finally took the leap and bought a Dyson vacuum- I'll tell you what, a 400 dollar vacuum cleans like a 400 dollar vacuum. Worth every overpriced penny.
In other news, because I am a total dumbass, I managed to snag my nose screw on my nail and pull it all the way out. PAIN. So, I tried to put it back in. Hubby tried to put it back in. No dice. Drove my butt all the way to downtown, piercer couldn't get it back in. So now I have a HOLE IN MY FACE and my nose feels nekkid. And I have to let the damn thing heal up for a week or two, then go get it REpierced. SIGH. Damn this whole beauty is pain thing.
I also decided to use my downtime to start running again. RIGHT. I looked outside the other day at the rain and wind, decided that I wanted to feel like a real Marine again and went for a
Anyway, I'm off to tackle that giant pile of dishes that's taunting me from the kitchen.
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