*flails* No, seriously. *FLAILS*
Nov. 28th, 2012 10:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jo_anne_stormI do not do well with unexpected changes. Yes, I know as an Army Wife, it is very silly of me to get so flail-y over changes. But the changes usually also happen during stressful times. Like when my husband is about to deploy, Christmas is rapidly approaching, and I'm once again responsible for not sending us to the poor house.
Dealing with money is stressful enough. Sunday my car died and we had to take it in to be looked at. $200 for a new battery and I was a fucking mess. I think I hid it well enough, since DH did not ask why I was a blubbery mess.
I really was a fucking blubbery mess, though. Because things like that send me into a tailspin and I start making stupid mistakes.
DH's departure date moving forward or back, that I'm OK with, because it is expected. Having to spend an unexpected $200... Nope. I have been a wreck all fucking week.
It does not help that my mortgage payment has not gone through. I have no fucking idea why. My bank sent it to the mortgage bank. So... I dunno. I know that one late payment is not going to kill us. But I'm obsessively checking my bank's website to see if it has been cashed.
And Verizon has charged my credit card a random amount. I have to call them and yell at them. And hope that they send the fucking phone to the fucking right address this fucking time.
*cough*
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck, balls.
*cough*
I feel a little better now.
OK, latest flail-y change. My kids' Taekwondo teacher has quit. Or was fired. I don't know, and I don't really care about the internal politics of what happened. The result is that the rest of my week has suddenly changed. Now I have nothing planned for Saturday and nothing extra for Sunday. Which is nothing compared to the fact that I do not yet know if we will have to find new TKD class. The place we've been going -- which had a lovely, small, home school class in the daytime instead of 8 at night -- is hoping to find a new instructor by the first of the year. Now, I could shuttle my kids into the home school gymnastics class until then, but since the gym is only open 2 out of the next 4 weeks, that seems silly. So, we're going to take the next month off. With DH leaving and Christmas, it's the right decision. I have to talk to the boys about it, but I'm happy with the idea.
After the first... We'll see. The gym might find a new teacher. The old teacher might be opening his own dojang. We might have to find a new dojang. I know that the boys do not want to give up TKD. And they now know that they will be involved in any decisions. Youngest saw my initial "what the fuck am I going to do, what are the other TKD classes in the area" tab open on my computer and freaked right the fuck out earlier. (Which is one of the reasons I think that taking the next month off is a good idea.)
Yeah, I had 3 sobbing kids in my lap. Eldest swears he was not actually, but it was close enough for me. Youngest was devastated. And #3 is teething and was really upset that his brothers were upset.
And DH was downstairs, with his headphones on, oblivious to it all. -_-
(I actually thought it was pretty funny, which is why I was not also screaming. At him.)
*sigh*
It will be OK. It will ALL be OK. Though, right this second I am really tempted to run home to TN, at least for Christmas. But I already have a sand table being delivered to here (or to the local Walmart, because that was free). And I do not want to lug it back and forth for a certain toddler's Christmas.
Also... I need to do it this time. Need to stay here and available. Because I need to prove to myself that I can do it, and because in case of casualty, I will need to be available. Especially when DH takes command in Feb.
-_-
The battalion they're replacing has averaged 6 casualties (meaning injury or death) a month. I do not like this. It's good that DH told me this... But I do not approve. At all.
Yes, DH could come back horribly wounded. This is something I accept. It's part of being married to someone in the military. Do I obsess over it? Hell no. I like my marbles right where they are, thank you very much.
Now for something completely different, I think I figured out my MiL's sound system question. Or at least as well as I can. She wants to buy something for SiL to use when she's throwing parties (which are apparently the social event of the school), with wireless speakers that are sturdy enough to use outside. I pointed her towards the Sonos system, after a bit of research. We have friends in TN who love their older Sonos. It hits all her requirements, including that it will be something SiL will be proud of.
I should mention that MiL really has no interest in technology. She's not a technophone or a luddite. She actually really loves technology. She just does not want to have to LEARN new technology. And she definitely does not want to do the research into technology that she has zero interest in. Laptops or tablets, things she would use, she'll research, ask questions from our computer tech friends. Sound systems, TVS, DVD or blu-ray players, she could care less about. She only has an HD TV because she inherited it from her FiL. Before he died, there was still a tube TV in the den. That I think they bought as Goodwill.
Yeah, no interest at all. As long as she can listen to the news at night, and watch cooking shows while she irons, she's happy.
OK. I have ranted and babbled and dealt with some of my built up feelings. Now I feel like I'm going to pass out.
Dealing with money is stressful enough. Sunday my car died and we had to take it in to be looked at. $200 for a new battery and I was a fucking mess. I think I hid it well enough, since DH did not ask why I was a blubbery mess.
I really was a fucking blubbery mess, though. Because things like that send me into a tailspin and I start making stupid mistakes.
DH's departure date moving forward or back, that I'm OK with, because it is expected. Having to spend an unexpected $200... Nope. I have been a wreck all fucking week.
It does not help that my mortgage payment has not gone through. I have no fucking idea why. My bank sent it to the mortgage bank. So... I dunno. I know that one late payment is not going to kill us. But I'm obsessively checking my bank's website to see if it has been cashed.
And Verizon has charged my credit card a random amount. I have to call them and yell at them. And hope that they send the fucking phone to the fucking right address this fucking time.
*cough*
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck, balls.
*cough*
I feel a little better now.
OK, latest flail-y change. My kids' Taekwondo teacher has quit. Or was fired. I don't know, and I don't really care about the internal politics of what happened. The result is that the rest of my week has suddenly changed. Now I have nothing planned for Saturday and nothing extra for Sunday. Which is nothing compared to the fact that I do not yet know if we will have to find new TKD class. The place we've been going -- which had a lovely, small, home school class in the daytime instead of 8 at night -- is hoping to find a new instructor by the first of the year. Now, I could shuttle my kids into the home school gymnastics class until then, but since the gym is only open 2 out of the next 4 weeks, that seems silly. So, we're going to take the next month off. With DH leaving and Christmas, it's the right decision. I have to talk to the boys about it, but I'm happy with the idea.
After the first... We'll see. The gym might find a new teacher. The old teacher might be opening his own dojang. We might have to find a new dojang. I know that the boys do not want to give up TKD. And they now know that they will be involved in any decisions. Youngest saw my initial "what the fuck am I going to do, what are the other TKD classes in the area" tab open on my computer and freaked right the fuck out earlier. (Which is one of the reasons I think that taking the next month off is a good idea.)
Yeah, I had 3 sobbing kids in my lap. Eldest swears he was not actually, but it was close enough for me. Youngest was devastated. And #3 is teething and was really upset that his brothers were upset.
And DH was downstairs, with his headphones on, oblivious to it all. -_-
(I actually thought it was pretty funny, which is why I was not also screaming. At him.)
*sigh*
It will be OK. It will ALL be OK. Though, right this second I am really tempted to run home to TN, at least for Christmas. But I already have a sand table being delivered to here (or to the local Walmart, because that was free). And I do not want to lug it back and forth for a certain toddler's Christmas.
Also... I need to do it this time. Need to stay here and available. Because I need to prove to myself that I can do it, and because in case of casualty, I will need to be available. Especially when DH takes command in Feb.
-_-
The battalion they're replacing has averaged 6 casualties (meaning injury or death) a month. I do not like this. It's good that DH told me this... But I do not approve. At all.
Yes, DH could come back horribly wounded. This is something I accept. It's part of being married to someone in the military. Do I obsess over it? Hell no. I like my marbles right where they are, thank you very much.
Now for something completely different, I think I figured out my MiL's sound system question. Or at least as well as I can. She wants to buy something for SiL to use when she's throwing parties (which are apparently the social event of the school), with wireless speakers that are sturdy enough to use outside. I pointed her towards the Sonos system, after a bit of research. We have friends in TN who love their older Sonos. It hits all her requirements, including that it will be something SiL will be proud of.
I should mention that MiL really has no interest in technology. She's not a technophone or a luddite. She actually really loves technology. She just does not want to have to LEARN new technology. And she definitely does not want to do the research into technology that she has zero interest in. Laptops or tablets, things she would use, she'll research, ask questions from our computer tech friends. Sound systems, TVS, DVD or blu-ray players, she could care less about. She only has an HD TV because she inherited it from her FiL. Before he died, there was still a tube TV in the den. That I think they bought as Goodwill.
Yeah, no interest at all. As long as she can listen to the news at night, and watch cooking shows while she irons, she's happy.
OK. I have ranted and babbled and dealt with some of my built up feelings. Now I feel like I'm going to pass out.
