I wish I had the time and energy to be blogging regular updates about us Allbrittons. I've been having a fifth six pack glass of wine and going to bed early every night, so I can get to work early on time every morning. I've been trying to wake up, not cry and not slap my loved ones, so that doesn't lend itself to witty writing. It's tons of good materials, but I am lacking inspiration to open the computer instead of going to bed.
Jake and Landen are doing very well. We've settled into our summer routine - "Camp Mawmaw" during the week and home with me Friday through Monday. Karate didn't work out, but they are thriving at swimming lessons. Their psychologist says they are adapting very well to these changes and she is working with them on identifying and processing their feelings. Usually she talks to Pam and me after she sees them but last week, she said she didn't need to see us, they were on track.
Early in the deployment, the FRG gave out these "hug-a-dolls" which are stuffed dolls with yarn hair and ACU bodies and a clear pocket on their face for the insertion of a photo of your soldier. When I gave one to each of the boys, Jake put his in the closet and Landen said his was creepy and gave it to the dog. A couple months ago, the hug-a-doll came back out. He is "Little Daddy." Originally he was "Baby Daddy" but I had to get that changed without explaining why Dad would not like that name. "Little Daddy" has been on a couple road trips and he sleeps between the boys on Slumber Party Saturdays, and he participates in Skype calls with real Daddy.
We're getting a house. It's two-story with a little yard and gated entry in a quiet neighborhood of garden homes. Three bedrooms, two-and-a-half baths with a little sunroom that will double as the boys' entertainment room so they can't kick me off the TV when they want to play video games. We move in when Corey comes home on R&R in September.
I know. It makes me squeal with glee too. Then I have to take a stress poo. Corey is 115% on board, from Iraq, and he's much more excited than I am because he doesn't have to do all the legwork to get from "hey we like this house" to "the movers are here." Nor does he care what kind of refrigerator I buy or want to see my Top Five Favorite Drawer Pulls for the Kitchen.
I would say all of you will be invited over when we get set up in it, but you probably will never see it other than the pictures I'll put on this blog. I really don't like people touching my things.
And because changing jobs is exactly what you want to do with your husband deployed while you're caring for two children and getting ready to move into a house, I'm no longer with the Lt. Governor's office. I am still working, still with the department, but very much in transition, and this could not be described as voluntary. It will probably later be described as a blessing in disguise, but it won't be until it's defined as such that I will post the details for public consumption. I'm okay.
Corey's mission is changing, or has changed, but I don't really know details. He's also moving, and I'll have a new address posted by the end of the week. Right now he's in Kuwait, where he's been since Tuesday and will remain until the end of this week. He's out in the middle of nowhere. I talked to him for fifteen minutes today and won't hear from him again until he gets back. It's a great time for us to be completely cut off from each other.
The dog's had diarrhea all over the house today. It smells like Satan's asshole and it takes three solutions and a piece of machinery to remove each incident from the carpet.
Corey turns 32 in 15 days and I have no idea what to get and send him. What do you get the man who doesn't live at home and can use nothing? He gets movies from the black market while they're still in theatres. He can't wear clothes. He has room for no more electronics. They tell me customs won't let the boys and Murphy through to Iraq in the boxes I bought to ship them in. Damn.
See, I can still joke. Sometimes. This blog is FULL of them.
Apparently I can't make actual lists. In a blog. With pictures in it. Suck it.
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