While most families have spent the past week prepping for travel or guests, I spent it cleaning my house for no apparent reason at all, other than the fact that it’s something I can control. No one else can tell me that I have to stop and move to a different room in the middle of mopping the floor. No one can tell me which direction to vacuum the carpet in. No one can tell me when to start and what time to be finished. No one dictates how my house is cleaned, except for me. The Army has no control over what detergent I use or when I decide to toss the sponge and get out a new one. There isn’t a chain of command, uniform, or rank system with my appliances. Each one does its job when I say so. I have power in my house, and no one can take that away from me…usually. Until last night, when our Kirby (bought at $1200 7 years ago) decided to fall out of line and start smoking in the middle of vacumming an area rug. NOT COOL! Complete with smoke, sparks, and a horrible smell, that thing completely flipped out on me. I put myhands on my hips, stared that machine down with my best “Oh-no-you-di’in’t” stare, and shouted, “SERIOUSLY?” Naturally, my nosey children came running into the room asking, “What happened? Is someone here?” To which I responded, “That vacuum cleaner didn’t listen to Mommy, and so I’m kicking it out of the house! That’s why you always have to listen to your Mom.” Idan looked concered, but Cole said, “Okay, you say crazy stuff like that all the time. I’m going back in the other room.” My mom threats just aren’t what they used to be. I’m gonna have to work on that.
Activity #46 Homemade Decongestant
Since I tried the home remedy of a detox bath for my asthma, and hated it so much, I decided to try another home remedy for congestion. This fall air has been horrible, and viruses have been in full swing lately, so we’ve been taking medicines around the clock. I went to the drug store earlier this week, and wanted to buy some Mucinex, but I forgot my license at home. Apparently, I look like I’m under 18, so they wouldn’t let me buy it without an ID. I almost spent $45 on the box, and I’m so glad that I didn’t, because the home remedy decongestant works like a charm! It doesn’t taste the greatest, but it doesn’t taste the worst either.
So, this stuff is awesome. I was totally skeptical after my sucky detox bath, but this home remedy delivered! Within minutes of taking my dose, I was grabbing the tissue box. So nasty on the TMI, I know but if you’re suffering from a cold, sinus pressure, or ridiculous allergies, then this stuff is the ticket. Now, don’t try using this as an allergy remedy though. It’s not good for that. It won’t prevent or treat allergies. It’s just good for clearing the sinuses or helping your coughs to be more productive. I’m actually thinking about making some little jars of this to go along with my Christmas gifts this year! I’m also definitely planning on making some for my soldier man! God knows that dust over there is horrible on the sinuses. Try this out! Let me know how it works for you!
Until next week, send your crazy to me, since I’m going there anyway!
(btw, sorry I’m a little late in posting. The hubster got me an awesome iPad for my birthday, and I haven’t figured out how to WordPress on it successfully yet.)
What a week it has been! I started off another year older, followed by taking the kids with me to vote, ringing in a new-old president, learning that my husband’s R&R has been pushed back a month, giving a friend a hair-makeover, refinancing the house, enjoying my activity for the week, and today, I celebrated all veterans (including my own) by watching a local playhouse put on an interesting musical about World War II and Girl Scouts, starring my boys’ babysitter, Lehren. Okay, so maybe she only had a few lines here and there, but she was the star in my eyes. I have a few things I’ve been really thinking about a lot this week, so I’m going to try to get through them in a not-so-lengthy way. Wish me luck!
First of all, I know there are times on here where I tend to go all emo on my current situation. During those weeks, I’m sure you imagine that I’m walking around staring at the ground, mascara streaming down my face, and blaring Eric Carmen’s “All by Myself,” but that’s the exact opposite of how I am in person. I don’t like to make people uncomfortable with my struggle, so I put on “the face” in order to keep things around me appearing as normal as possible. I wind myself up in the morning, as every mom does, and go, go, go until sundown. Then, I pick up the toys, do the dishes, fold the laundry (sometimes), and netflix myself into a relaxed state before having my night time devotion, followed by a game of sudoku on my phone, and falling asleep somewhere around 1am. I keep trucking along, holding in my frustrations until Sunday night when I let it all out over a cup of tea or coffee, writing it all on wordpress for the world to experience with me.
I have been married to my soldier for 8 years now. Wow…8 years! It looks pretty typed out like that. Turn that 8 sideways and you’ve got infinity! Super Marriage! Okay…anyway, I’ve been a military wife for 8 years now. We’ve been separated more times than I can even try to calculate, and we’ve definitely spent more days apart than together. I’ve done too many holidays alone, blown out candles without him, celebrated our anniversaries by kissing his picture goodnight, and have done almost every major milestone with our kids by myself. This all sucks, for sure, but I have something that most civilian couples will never have – gratitude for every single holiday, birthday, anniversary, and milestone that we DO get to spend with each other. Some couples never know what it’s like to be without their spouse on these occasions, so they take them for granted.
Another thing that I have, because of the military, is pride. Not the bad kind either. Military pride is one that is actually a humble kind. I have a pride for my country, despite its worldwide embarrassment, uncountable debt, and many political flaws. I have a pride for our president, no matter who he or she may ever be. I have a pride for our flag, no matter how torn or faded it becomes. I have a pride for my husband, no matter how he walks, talks, or if wears socks with his sandals. My husband is an incredible man of integrity who believes in what he is fighting for. He makes a life-or-death difference in people’s lives every single day, whether he is stateside or overseas. He really is a genuine, true-blue guy, and I do wish that I could see him more often, but that’s just not the straw that I drew when I married such a decent man. When you get the pick of the litter, you have to share it with the world. How selfish would I be if I fought against sharing one of our nation’s finest assets for the good of the country? Sure, I whine about missing him, but I really am proud, and I really would much rather have him using his talents then burying them in the sand. So, next time I get sappy on you, please know that I probably just had a really big missing-him day and just need to rant about it. Either that, or I’m ovulating out of the one ovary that is hanging on for dear life inside of my otherwise empty reproductive system.
Before I go on to my activity for the week, you’re probably wondering who I voted for, right? I’m sure you have your own guesses like:
She’s a Christian, so she’s definitely a Republican, which means she definitely voted for Romney.
She’s married to a man of color, so she probably voted for Obama
She’s a military wife, so she already has free healthcare. She isn’t concerned about those things. Romney
She works with teenage girls. Probably helped them get abortions before. Obama
She went to a private school growing up. Romney
She has a boy dog who likes to hump other boy dogs. Obama
She lives in a “red” state. Romney
She eats a lot of dark chocolate. Obama
She celebrates Christmas. Romney
She wears an afro sometimes. Obama
She is right-handed. Romney
She gave her son a middle name based on the Hawaiian language. Obama
Now, all of these thoughts and guesses are perfectly valid, but I actually did a lot more thinking with this election and actually separated my faith from my thoughts on the way that this country is run. So now, you’re probably thinking:
She’s turned against Jesus! Obama
She’s a Mormon now. Romney
Neither of those thoughts are accurate. Here’s the way I think before I vote:
The president is more of a representative of America to other countries than anything else, in my opinion.
Who do I feel will best represent what America is all about?
How will this president blend our forces with overseas allies?
Will this president force any religion practice into the law or the law into religious practices?
Is this president going to make education an important priority in our country?
Is this president going to keep law-breakers accountable for their actions?
Is this president going to keep the freedom of choice, one of the foundations of this country, a priority?
Will this president maintain humane boundaries on the freedom of choice?
The above questions have probably completely thrown you off on your original guess of who I voted for. And they should have, because I may or may not have voted for either candidate. There was also another name on the ballot, as well as a write-in spot. Who knows? Maybe I voted for Lord Tubbington, Britney’s cat, from the show Glee. The point is that it doesn’t matter who I voted for on Tuesday morning. Our president is our president, and that is that. I don’t want wrinkles in my forehead from any of it. For the next four years, I plan to honor President Obama, because that’s what a God-fearing person, like King David should do. I plan to respect his authority, because that’s what a woman of faith, like Esther, should do. I plan to show my support for him, because that’s what a patriotic citizen, like the Apostle Paul, should do. I plan to pray for him, because that’s what a person who has Jesus in their heart, like Cathi, should do.
Volunteering at the State Wheelchair Handball Tournament
A little over a year ago, we had some friends who were in a tragic car accident that took the life of their precious daughter and left their little boy paralyzed from the neck down. Their family has been through a whirlwind of changes, and has been so open to sharing their new life with anyone who would like to understand it. Two of their other daughters were badly injured, but have been able to return to their normal activities like running, swimming, and dancing. Their son has had several surgeries since the accident, is wheelchair-bound for the time-being (we all believe in miracles), and is otherwise a regular 4-year old boy. Since the accident, our family has been very involved with praying for Owen’s complete healing, and we’ve seen amazing progress through his physical therapy. This family has been an inspiration to so many other families, including my own, and especially to Cole. Cole prays for Owen constantly, and he cries when he thinks about the fact that Owen can’t walk or play sports like “regular” kids. Recently, he prayed for the opportunity to help kids like Owen. God does cool things sometimes, because he hooked us up with a volunteer slot, through my small group at church, to help out at a Wheelchair Handball tournament that was being held in our own town. Our t-shirts alone made Cole so proud to support kids that are handicapped. We enjoyed being a part of the games, serving the kids lunch, and helping with ordinary meal-time affairs, like putting a straw into a cup and ketchup on your hot dog. These kids were not asking for an ounce of pity though! They were grueling, hardcore athletes, and they wanted to crush their opponents. They smack-talked in a totally offensive way, just like your average teenage sports fanatic, and they rolled through the high-five line after the buzzer mumbling, “good game,” just like every other kids’ team is forced to do after winning or losing. There were no ties, and there was no mercy. I loved every second of it! And my kids got to serve the community and learn a valuable lesson about people who chose to rise above their disability, rather than those who complain and blame their weakness on the government.
(not a clue as to who I voted for, btw...get your mind off of that already ;) )
If your county has a handicap sport team, I urge you to get involved or at least go watch a game or 2. They’re so cool, and pretty neat to see how some of them flip their chairs into some sweet maneuvers. I can kinda compare it to a really good soccer player’s fancy footwork. I’ll never be able to do either, so I commend both athletic types!
BONUS VIDEO! Here’s a look at an ordinary evening after dinner, before bath time, at our house. This is not rehearsed. It’s just what we do, folks. Enjoy!
Also, feel free to add your suggestions for my weekly activities in the comments section on the suggestions page.
Until next week, send your crazy to me, since I’m going there anyway!
Top 10 Things NOT to say to a
Wife whose Husband is Deployed
“I guess you’re used to this by now…”
Yeah, that’d be a big fat NO.
“I wish I could get a break from My husband too.”
Well please, send him down to your nearest Military recruiter, and I’ll show him where to sign. Oh, you didn’t mean THAT type of break? Oh, okay. Shut your mouth, fool. Go spend time with your husband instead of complaining about him.
“I bet you’re enjoying all of this free time that you have.”
Free time? I have to pay a babysitter just to get a pap-smear. None of my time is free.
“Well, at least they pay him extra when he’s deployed.”
Oh, THERE’S the silver lining! Gosh, can’t believe I missed that!
“Woah! Girl, your lawn is out of control!”
Thanks for the tip. The half-a-dozen letters from the HOA didn’t really speak loud enough.
“Yeah, you should probably get that looked at by someone. I know all about it, and it’s not safe.”
–Slow blink followed by a fake smile.– Yup…probably should.
“Your kids have been acting super whiny lately.”
My kids have been acting like kids who are lonely, stressed, afraid, and missing their father. I’ve been trying to figure out how to handle it, and you’re definitely not helping any.
“I understand completely! My husband went away on a weekend conference once.”
Yeah, it’s basically the same thing.
“They should just bring all the troops home. We have no reason to be over there.”
Glad to know that the country that my husband is fighting for is filled with people who think he does nothing all day.
“So, what do you think of our president?”
Oh, you mean how he controls the weather? Cause, yeah, I’m pretty pissed about it! Seriously, can’t we just talk about football?