Wife, mommy, diabetic....my sanity is missing!!!

This is going to be a random post.

I'm a member of a few Military Support boards. One in particular is what I'm going to talk about.

They had a thread on tipping. Then a spin-off thread of tipping the commissary baggers. The commissary baggers work for TIPS ONLY.

There were a few wives who were so deadset against tipping. This quote blew my mind:

"I refuse to tip them and let them live off my husband's hard earned and TAXED money, while they remain undocumented and don't have to report what they earn. It just bothers me.."


HOW IN THE HELL DO YOU JUST UP AND GUESS THAT THEY ARE UNDOCUMENTED??

I swear the stupidity of some people blow my mind. I'm not against tipping ANYONE who provides a service for me. A tip is also EARNED. The better the service from you, the better the tip from me.

I also make sure to tip the baggers. Especially if i have my daughter with me. I'm focusing on getting her into the car. They can do my bags and I will accommodate accordingly. 

End of my rant for today. And no I'm not talking about anybody in particular. And if you're thinking I'm talking about you (general), get off your fucking high horse and duck a sick (Thanks for that, Tia!)

It's been 5 years since I decided I wanted to become a nurse. Yet, 4 years later, I haven't made any progress towards that goal. I can't go back to school because we can't afford it. Between daycare and the tuition, we'd be under water before the sun went down for the day.

Resent.

I was asked by my husband to watch one of his friend's kids so the guy's wife could go to training for her new job.

More resent.

I'm not sure I'm cut out for this SAHM/SAHW stuff. It's like I spend my day yelling and screaming at two kids. My husband said he understands but I honestly don't think he does. No matter how I try and explain it, it never comprehends to him like it does in my head.

*sighs deeply*

I pray things get better cause I'm sick of hating the decisions I've made.

I've been sitting on this blog for way too long. Letting things brew and fester and go sour. My friend Rain wrote a post and it's basically forcing me to talk about what's been bothering me for so long.

Essentially speaking, I'm bored.

I have no job. I'm taking a coding class yet I haven't actively done anything in over a month. I have nothing to do everyday except cook and clean. I'd literally kill to be working right now. I'd kill quicker to be in school working on a degree I've wanted for the past 5 years. I so envy those moms who can work or go to school with a toddler. I'm so fucking jealous of that. It's pitiful when I'm looking forward to going to a damn doctor's appointment.

I have to wake up at the asscrack of dawn (usually 6am) just to get some quiet time alone to myself. Jeremy leaves at 0530-0545 and McKenzie sleeps til 0800. I hate that I can't enjoy sleeping til 0800 with her. I'm lucky if I can get a 10 minute shower to myself.

My diabetes is suffering like hell cause of this funk I'm in. That's the last thing that should be suffering but oh well *shrugs*

This came in the mail today. I instantly started smiling.

For those who follow me on Twitter or are fairly close to me know how much this means to me. I've been waiting to see if I could possibly switch from OmniPod to the MiniMed Paradigm Revel since the MM's reservoir is 100u's bigger than the OmniPod's 200u Pod capacity. Fellow Army wife, diabetic,  and friend, Cherise, told me that TriWest would gladly approve it because they dislike the OmniPod system. She was right :) Now the suspenseful wait begins as the when I actually receive my new pump.

My husband is home. That's all that matters to me right now. Yes, his deployment was alot shorter than others BUT it was still a deployment.

Some people slay me with the things they say yet none of that makes a difference in my world. All the name brand things won't keep me warm at night. My husband will. My family means more to me than any material thing ever could.

Alot of units here have been getting their dates of return pushed back. I've dealt with that too during this deployment. It's part of the Army's unwritten motto: "Hurry up and wait." It's what we as wives signed up for. No, I'm not saying that complaining isn't allowed or tolerated. But there's only so much that complaining will do.

I'd give up all my purses if that meant he'd never deploy again. Yes, I'm THAT serious.

ETA: And if your every status or FB is complaining about something or another that you can't control, well maybe you need to step back and look in the mirror and see WHY you are complaining.

I'm trying out a new Blogger app out on my Hero. Hopefully I like it.

I talked to my husband yesterday. We discussed alot and we seem to have a pretty good plan to deal with our misunderstandings. It's weird how some days I can love him more than my heart can hold. Then other days I can hate him as much as I hate my ex's.

4 years together, 3 years married in September. It takes work. Lots of work to make a marriage work and keep it together. Yet it worth every minute of hard work

I spoke with my husband today on Yahoo messenger. And we have his official date. FINALLY! This date has been changed so many times over the past month it's not even funny. But it wouldn't be the Army if it was set in stone.

I can count on 3 hands how long it will be before my husband will be in my arms.