-Ok, so far I suck at blogging. I really need to discipline myself into making it a regular habit...amongst others such as flossing daily, turning off lights in empty rooms and rinsing off dishes before stacking them in the dishwasher. Just keepin' it real.
-Today is Day 2 of being home alone since Reesh left for Germany. Sometimes his job really cramps my lifestyle. But then I remember I am a stay-at-home mom to a dog and wouldn't have a lifestyle if it weren't for his job. Shit.
>So anyway. Let's chalk it up to pregnancy hormones if you will- I was SUCH a whiny baby about him having to leave this time. I mean, as a military wife, it pretty much goes without saying that you might be spending a good amount of time playing bachelorette (and, no...I don't mean the slutty military wife kind who takes that a bit too literal) waiting impatiently for him to come home. But does it ever get easier? I was raised in a military home. My dad was gone a lot. I always remember my mom saying she thought it would get easier, but instead it got more difficult with each "goodbye."
>Ok, he's only gone for two weeks. Not the end of the world, I know. But I've teared up less when he's gone to Afghanistan. What's the deal? I don't know, PREGNANT & EMOTIONAL, why don't you tell me?
>Before I'm done bitching, let me ice this cake. Fifth year in a row sans a Thanksgiving dinner. Second year sitting home all alone because Mr. Apache pilot is in Germany. Both thumbs down!
-So what am I doing with myself for two weeks? Every time Reesh leaves I always get super motivated to do crazy stuff. Like, crack-head clean the pantry, save some money and lose 10 pounds. I usually spend too much money at the grocery store, cram it all in the pantry and eat it all before he gets home- thus definitely not losing 10 pounds.
>Well, the night before he left we royally jacked up our beautiful white leather couch- an obvious pre-"we want kids"-purchase. My mom bought me, in every color, these warm cozy socks with anti-slip rubber dots on the bottom. Ya know, the ones that come off in the first use...you walk around your house picking up rubber dots asking yourself, "WTH is this??" Yep. Those. Anyway, I happened to be wearing the black ones the other night, all warm and snug on the couch. Then, THEN, I notice little black polka dots all over our WHITE couch. It happens. White couch = magnet for any and everything. But it's all good, it's leather. A bit of spit on your index finger, a swirly motion and voila!- it comes right up. Except this time I'm left with spit on my finger and a Dalmatian couch. Alright, if the spit finger doesn't work, I just whip up a bit of baking soda paste, apply, let sit, and wipe off. Does the trick every time. No such luck this time, no sir. In one (very) dramatic attempt to salvage our couch, we began adding a little bit of everything to the spots to get them up. Shout it out, bleach (don't judge me), vinegar, white laundry soap, some powder stuff I have for removing stains, non-acetone nail polish remover. Ok, that was HIS idea. He found it on Google. "I will have nothing to do with that," said I. So now there's two spots (about corn kernel size'ish) where the top layer of leather....is no more. ON TOP of the polka dots. Lovely. In my desperate attempt to rid our perfect couch from the spots, I grabbed an old toothbrush and began scrubbing away. What I discovered was the "graying" that slowly happened to our couch wasn't denim stains, or general usage- it was scum (yuck) in the grooves of the textured leather. Who knew? So back to my original question of how I will be spending my next two weeks- that's right...scrubbing a large corner couch with a *blankety-blank-blank* toothbrush. See, hunny, I told you that me not having a job would pay off one day. We've got the cleanest couch on the block. Because your pregnant wife spent 6 days scrubbing it with a toothbrush. She rocks, doesn't she? :)
>Other than that b.s., I'll be crafting (uh oh, you guys don't know nothin' 'bout no rag rugs yet!), entertaining a few girlfriends, cleaning, organising Jr.'s nursery, and whatever else I can find to keep myself from..... finding more cupcake recipes on Pinterest.
-In pregnancy news: I have an appointment bright and early tomorrow morning with a physical therapist for my jello pelvis. I told Richard the other day, upon listening to some dumb joke, that if I had a pelvis I would "get off this couch and smack you." Haha. Seriously, folks, this is no joke. For the past month every bone in my below-the-belt region has felt like it's fallen victim to a Jackie Chan karate kick. No. More like Chuck Norris. Yeah. That's how it feels. So, tomorrow I will see a pelvic specialist and here's to hoping she can provide me with some much-needed relief.
>OH! Tomorrow I will also be raising the bar to 31 weeks. Can I get a woot woot?
-Yo, that's it for today. I'm outie!
Wooot woot!!
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