Everything goes wrong...

Ok, so you know how I said "everything seems to go wrong when he leaves"?? Well, on the way home I get stuck in traffic for an hour and twenty minutes...which NEVER happens when he is home because he picks up the kids from school. For those of you who don't know, our boys attend private school and Wil usually picks them up everyday after school so my evening commute is about 9 minutes...now apparently 1 hour and 20 minutes. So we get home and as soon as we enter the house...BAM the power goes out! AND I find a huge pile of dog throw up at the bottom of the stairs...did I mention our carpet is white? It was yellow/green/brownish...not fun. So here is how the next 3 hours looked:



Although, it wasn't too bad. Wake told me a joke...he looked at me and said "Mom...will you ever forget me?" and of course my natural response was "NEVER!" and he said "Knock knock" and I said "Whose there?" and Wake said "You said you'd never forget me!" HAHAHA! And we told stories.And we talked about our day. Had cereal with somewhat cold milk. So even though I couldn't get anything done that I needed to get done...like laundry...vaccuming...a little bit of straightening up...it was a pretty good evening. It wasn't a total waste without electricity :) But...I can guarantee this would not have happened had Wil been home!

I am so bad at this

Ok, so I am terrible at this whole bloggin thing. Thank Katie for rubbing that in, btw! There are literally so many things to discuss on here. I guess I will just begin with what has happened in the past 24 hours of my life...

So, my hubby just left and anyone who is married to someone in the military will tell you...once your spouse leaves it seems like EVERYTHING goes wrong. On his last deployment from Jan-April of this year I caught pneumonia, it was the WORST snow season in years and for some reason the snow plows liked to use my driveway as the meeting point for pushing all their combined snow. I would walk out side in the morning and it would be up to my nose...I am 5'9" btw. So he leaves yesterday and my kids decide to be buttheads...yes I call my kids buttheads when the misbehave because that is what they are acting like. I know it is hard on the so I don't punish them but OMG they were out of control. Just fighting and whining and all the stuff that kids do. We get into the car and I decide it is time to have a talk...we are a family, we need to work as a team and it is just the 3 of us for a while. Daddy didn't leave because he wanted to it is because he had to. And then I asked them if they realize how much daddy loves them and is going to miss them and I get the best response ever "of course we know daddy loves us mom we aren't tards!" HAHA! I thought that was the best! So they agree with me about working as a team and they promise they will try their best and if they start to get sad or frustrated about daddy being gone they will talk to me and not act like buttheads! YAY!! Go mommy! And it has been great ever since. Granted it has only been 24 hours but it is still a start!