Well, my mom is gone. AND she left about forty eight hours after I found out that Nick is going to be staying out for another few months. What a drag. I know I'm a submarine wife and this is what I signed up for and that 'eighty five percent of the year at sea' means that they spend, oh, I don't know, eighty five percent of the year at sea...but it just sort of caught me off guard. And if I'd found out a few weeks ago, I would have sent all my stuff to storage and moved to Biloxi for the rest of this year. We could have just met Nick in Hawaii after Christmas, you know?
Anyway. Needless to say, those last few days with my mama were an emotional disaster. I cried a lot. A LOT. But my mama got me on track. We found a housekeeper who's coming every Thursday to get the things done that I just can't (rather, won't) do. Mopping, bathrooms, dusting, changing the sheets, gag me. I feel bad, I feel guilty spending the money, but I just can't keep up. And I don't want to. And it's not like Nick is around for us to spend money going to the movies or on holiday or anything. (Guess who's rereading Bridget Jones for the tenth time :) )
Speaking of money, I broke my camera. More accurately, I stuck my camera in a pile of Crayola colored bubbles. Apparently the circuit board is in the bottom, and that was SATURATED. Why didn't ya'll ever tell me that you can't stick your camera in three inches of bubbles? I blame you, so I'll take your humble apology if it's accompanied by a donation to my New Camera Fund. Because I only have my crapberry, and the phone on that is even crappier than the internet. #manican'twaittogettohawaiiandgetmyiphone. You like that? I'm hooked on doing that. Apparently you only do it if you have a twitter or something. I do not have a twitter. I just really like to smash words together. And the numbers sign? What's not to love?
So that's my story. I set up my move, packers will be here on November 2nd. Is it tacky to start a countdown when the day you're counting to is a hundred and fourteen days away? Because I just might, I am THAT excited to get off this rock. Nevermind that I won't actually be LEAVING said rock until at least two months after the movers come...not the point. I've got some schools lined up for Ava, but I need to look into preschool for the boys.
Speaking of preschools...that's another unending source of guilt for this mama. I have a feeling that I'll be sending Warren five days a week most weeks. I don't know why this makes me feel so guilty. I mean, I pay the same fee whether he goes one day a week, or all five. So it's not a money thing. And when he stays home, I usually get so frustrated that I yell at him or act like an idiot...so why do I feel guilty? He loves it there. He really does. Ugh.
And don't be surprised if I'm MIA for weight check Wednesday. At least since I'm spending all this money on cameras and housekeepers and preschool that I don't need because I'm a stay at home mom, pretty soon I won't be able to afford food, so I should get pretty skinny after that. That's something at least. BUT, it's time to get back to the grind. I need a workout like you wouldn't believe. It's just so hard to get back into it after being out for five weeks, you know?
All right. Sorry no pictures. Not like I was a brilliant photographer anyway. Ooh, does anyone know the differences between the Nikons out now? I have to stick with Nikon because I have three lenses, and I'm not really a Canon girl anyway. I know I want one of the ones with video, but honestly, there's like nineteen models out now. The regular D60 and 90, then they get in the thousands. Not dollars, model numbers. Like D3100. What a stupid model number. I don't want one of those just based on principle. But let me know if you know the difference. I don't feel like spending nine hours online researching it, just to make the decision blindly anyway. Sigh.