Mood:  don't ask

Morning…

Well this morning has started off GREAT so far. (I am being totally sarcastic, if you can’t tell.) I woke up still nauseous and the Novocain injection sites still hurt as well. So Flyboy is rushing around because he is having a hard time with out coffee, and we head out to the car at 10 after 700. Not a big deal normally, but we parked in the shade and it’s 60 degrees out and there is a cold breeze blowing from the north, and our car decides it is too cold to drive Flyboy to work in the morning. I mean what the heck? It’s hot outside! Just because we parked in the shade the interior got so cold that it thinks we are stealing the car? I did warm the key for a bit before I tried starting it the first time; guess I didn’t do it well enough. I can handle the winter, because I know, “hey, it’s winter you have to try starting the car a billion times, get up early” but this, this is ridiculous. So Flyboy called up SSgt Sexist (I will get into that later) because he is Flyboy’s supervisor, and he is swinging by to pick Flyboy up on his way to P.T. I can’t tell you how much more inadequate this makes me feel. It is my responsibility to get him to work and my mode of transportation has a glitch in it. Not to mention it’s SSgt Sexist.

Today is the Squadron picnic. It is a mandatory event for the airmen but voluntary for the spouses and kids. That’s how they get you I guess. However, we have to stay there all night, (this shindig starts at 1500) because Flyboy is helping set it up and clean up. I wouldn’t mind hanging around for a few hours, but we are trapped there. Even if we wanted to leave we couldn’t.

I hate sounding like a grouch this morning, but you know, I just want to stay in my trash can all day, and people keep trying to get me to interact.

I have to get started on the dishes again. I cooked a bunch on Tuesday and they just piled up twice as high. I need to do some laundry and start getting bags organized and packed; we leave in 11 days. I know it sounds like I am packing a little early, but I assure you that I am not. This is a 4 day weekend, that will go by really fast, and then Flyboy is flying a million times in the next week, so sleep schedules will be off again, and I also need to get the house ready for us leaving. (I want a sparkling clean house to come back to, since as soon as we come back, not even a day after we come back, Flyboy is going on TDY for a while. Ironically it will be a vacation like TDY because he will be in a place that he really enjoys.)((I wish I could go too =/)

I haven’t heard from Soldier. I am hoping he will update me on the day before or the day of his flight. Not like it is any of my business or that he has to check in with me or anything, but I am coordinating flights for him once he gets to the States.  

Not much else is going on here. Just really busy and not in a decent mood, very restless and queasy.

I hope you all are having a decent day so far. Take care!

~NikiRose