Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The Couch

My job started on Monday and my husband's job isn't over until Friday. This leaves us a week without each other. As you can imagine being newlyweds, we are dying here. My husband more than I, mostly because he has the children and the rest of the packing. I just miss him like crazy whilst hanging out with old friends/family. Funny how no matter how long it's been since we were last living together just the five of us, we have all settled back into a family. I just miss mine terribly. Alas, I will survive, though I wonder how Army wives do it for a year or more at a time, and their husbands aren't just finishing up a job in a nice relatively safe suburban area. Crazy. My best friend is one such Army wife, who is getting ready to ship her husband off to Iraq in three weeks. I would be going insane. I guess she's just doing what she has to do for her kids. Makes sense.

Not much else going on. We're broke, but that's nothing new. Occupies a lot of my thinking time, but not new. Oh well, it's almost better to stress about money than it is to miss Brad and the kids. I guess I will just go to bed on this tiny couch and pretend I am in my rightful bed next to my husband. Last night the couch helped me play along with that. It ate all my blankets and I woke up freezing. Goodnight.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

The Move

We are moving to a new house! For those of you that follow, if anyone does, you'll have to bear with us during this move.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

The Rant

It's my blog, I can say whatever I want. So today, I will talk about my hatred of housecleaning.

This morning I left work early (at 10:30am) and came home to clean my house. Once I got home I figured I would do the dishes, put some laundry in and straighten up the living room. Then I figured I would work on dinner, and doing some financial planning and maybe my talk for an upcoming lesson in Relief Society. (For all you non-LDS followers (assuming I have followers at all!), Relief Society is like a cross between Sunday School and the service but for women over 18 only.)

I came home and realized that the dishes and laundry did need done, but also, the kitchen needed swept, the bathroom needed picked up and deep cleaned, the soap dispensers needed filled, the table needs cleared and wiped, the living room needs to be picked up in a bad way, and dusted, along with pictures that need hung, there's three baskets of laundry that need put away, the children's room needs picked up, the beds need to be made, there's even more laundry under beds, the front porch needs swept, the yard needs picked up (I'm blaming puppies for that one!) and there are several things I still need to find a place for. This realization irritates me most because we just cleaned YESTERDAY! The dishes and laundry I understand, where did the rest come from? So I investigated.

The excess laundry came from the fact that 2 days ago we were out of laundry detergent, and I kept forgetting to pick some up. So many loads were done yesterday. Beds were slept in, dishes were eaten off of, toys were played with, puppies were chewing, the porch was neglected (plain and simple.), the table needs cleared because I put stuff there to get if off the counter so I could use that to stack dishes to be washed, the stuff that needs a home is because I had a most lovely surprise wedding shower this weekend and have many new items in my kitchen, the rest is still a quandry. Is this much cleaning REALLY needing to be performed DAILY?!

Before we were married, I came to visit my husband in this very house. I remember when I walked in, my first thought was, "holy crap, this house looks like a museum." It was SO clean. It even smelled of pine sol. I always thought he was a neat freak. I asked him how he did it. This was his answer. "You happened to come the day after I had time to clean the house." This makes me feel better.

So know this. I plan to never live in a large house. I want enough room to be comfortable, but not big enough that I have to clean too often. Also--if you come to visit, don't plan on my house being too clean until 2022. That's when my youngest will be grown.

Done with my rant, laundry is calling. (What idiot decided to put the world's most annoying buzzer on a dryer? It's bad enough to know that you have to get up, retreive, and fold, but it couldn't be a nicer sound than, "BANHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?")

Monday, September 6, 2010

The Wait

So we moved our furniture around to accomadate an air conditioner, and guess what? The computer got moved away from the internet cable. Oops. So, I will be posting more regularly now. It seems that the summer is free of much schedule and things go all manner of crazy. You know, assuming anyone reads this to be disappointed...

See you soon!