Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Conversations with the cat


Seth got me a kitten before he left for basic. I was surprised he let me have her and I am so very glad that he did. She is an orange fluffy ball of spite. She has tons of energy and I never know what in the world she is going to get herself into. She can be very sweet and cuddly. She likes to cross her front paws and lay them in my hand and then lay her head on top of them. (That is what is going on in the picture.) She is a blessing and every day that goes by, I am reminded just how much of a blessing she is.

I am a nanny but when the kids aren't here, my house gets very quiet and lonely. The kitten is a companion animal so she is meant to keep me from feeling alone. While she is attached to me, if she finds anything of Seth's she is obsessed with it. There is one hoodie of his that I haven't washed because it smells like him. If she finds it you cannot touch it or you will get bit. She was teeny tiny when he left and  has grown like a weed. She is so fluffy and has the most adorable little face.

Anyway, I catch myself having conversations with the cat. I think that is a step up from talking to yourself... right? I don't expect her to answer back but sometimes she does in her own little ways. My mom makes fun of me but then she sees why I talk to the cat. I can ask if she wants food and she will run to her food bowl and tap it with her paw. If I am upset and crying, she will sit on my lap with her front paws on my collar bones and nudge away my tears. I can ask where she hid my socks (she is notorious for stealing socks) and she will get a wide eyed look on her face and take off sprinting to protect her sock stash.

I am far from the crazy cat lady but I can easily say that without her I would not have made it through these past few months. She is great comedic relief and the best gift that Seth has ever gotten me. Seth swears I have her spoiled but I have absolutely no clue what he is talking about!

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

People I want to push in front of a bus

37 days. As of today (October 15) we have 37 days until Seth graduates. He has been gone a total of 114 days. One thing that people keep telling me is that the time will fly by. I want to punch people who say that. Time hasn't flown by and it still isn't flying by. Time moves much slower. Each day lasts about a week. Each second at least an hour. We knew what we were getting into when he enlisted. I fully expected this to hurt. I expected time to move slowly and I expected to miss him. I do not regret his/our decision and I support him. However, on nights when I am freezing to death and my human heater is not beside me, I am thrown back to day one again. Then those 37 days feel like 37 weeks. I can easily say we are very blessed. Seth got an amazing MOS (job) and will have a 9 to 5 job unless he is training or doing something out of the ordinary. He has a safe job and I don't really have to worry about him getting deployed. We will have a steady income and all the perks that the military provides. We knew beforehand that this blessing did have its downsides. We are prepared and our relationship is stronger each day.

With all that being said, since he enlisted and shipped out, I have gotten some comments from people. Some are harmless but hurtful. Others are just stupid. If you know a spouse of a serviceman (or woman) please don't let these things come out of your mouth.

"Cat's away mouse can play"
"Oh aren't you afraid he will cheat"
"What will you do if he gets killed at basic, that happens you know."
"You must be poor for him to want to enlist"
"That was a stupid decision to make"
"You two jumped into this too soon, you should have asked me first"
"The military is going to brain wash your husband"
"What are you going to do if he gets ptsd or something and strangles you"
"Don't worry, these 6 months will fly by."

There are really funny lists on the interwebs. I laugh when I read them because I have heard it all. Yes, we knew fully what we were doing when he signed up. Yes we have done our research and talked and prayed for a long time. No, we didn't jump into this. Yes, I am proud of my husband and will defend and support him. No, Im not a violent person but I may be needing a character witness one of these days! (Kidding, possibly)


Monday, October 6, 2014

Block and Tackle

I have a friend who keeps telling me to "block and tackle" things. So, if you are reading this, you know who you are! I am listening to your advice!

We got our duty station assignment a week or so ago (maybe two weeks). The place we are going is super close to where we currently live. The move will be easy but I honestly wanted to move back to the South. However, I have come to realize that we are very blessed to have gotten the base that we got. It is enormous so we will have everything that we need. I should never get bored and it is close to my mother. I began to look for housing opportunities and I must say that I am in over my head. I think we found out best option but I have no prior experience at finding houses and such. Being an adult sucks at times! I want to stress out but I am forcing myself to step back and allow people to help (or just do it for me. Im cool with that).

 We will need to be moved by November 20th give or take a few days. I have plenty of time to pack all of this by myself but I am trying so hard not to stress out. I have a weight limit so I can't lift anything heavy. Yet, heavy stuff is in the way of stuff I need to pack. In the spirit of blocking and tackling I am doing one box at a time. One room at a time. I don't think that is the proper use of block and tackle but that is how said friend used it. Block things into smaller portions and tackle each one.

Hey it works. I can choose to stress or I can make this an adventure. Adventure it is!