About three months ago I went to the doctor for a routine check up. I really don't know the true reason why I went. I got some birth control out of the deal, but the main reason is forgotten. Any ways, I made mention of my weight to the doctor. I knew, just by looking at myself, that I was under weight. Oh wait I remember now, I had an ear infection! Any ways, I was concerned about my weight.
Ever since having Donnie, I lost weight like there was no tomorrow. In two weeks I dropped my baby weight. At first, I wasn't concerned about it. Hell, I was excited about it. How many women do you know that can drop that much weight in that little bit of time? Well, I didn't stop loosing weight.
And there about half way through, I got tired of eating. I was forcing myself to eat so much to try and keep my weight, that I got disgusted with eating. And it's not only that, but I also lost my appetite. I still don't know how that happened. It might be from me getting sick of eating so much. I don't know.
My sister clued me in on me being skin and bones. Then one of my friends came over and remarked about how sickly thin I looked. So naturally I brought it up with the doctor. I found out I lost fourteen pounds in six months. I went from 108 to a low 94 with jeans on.
My husband got tired of me asking him all the time if I looked like I was loosing or gaining weight. I got infatuated, and worried, about how thin I looked. He went out and bought me a scale to see how much weight I lost or gained. When I first got on it, I was disappointed. I took of my jeans and shirt, got on the scale, and I was only 95 pounds and some ounces. The next day, I got on the scale with my jeans on, not thinking about it, and it read that I was 97 pounds.
This heartened me a little bit. If I weigh 97 pounds with my jeans on, and 95 without them, then I was at least 92 to 91 pounds when they weighed me. Probably 90 pounds because I had my shoes on too. So it looks like I am on the gaining end of my weight. Which is a good thing!
My secret? I didn't want to try and gorge myself on food like I did before. So I now eat small meals four times a day. I mean small like a bowl of cereal for breakfast, a sandwich for lunch, some fruit in the in between meal if I have any, and my regular intake at dinner. Which before was a couple of bites of every thing on my plate. Now it went up to half a plate of food. Still not good, but making progress.
Also, I am an anemic. Which means my body is lacking in red blood cells and iron. I found out if I ate things with iron in it and took my iron medication, I am not as tired as I used to be. My birth control also has iron in it too, so I am also getting it that way.
Today I took a nap after picking my husband up. This was the first time in several days. But I have been going to bed later at night and waking up early in the morning time. I dreamed that I died. Not oh I'm dead kind of dream, no the actual process of dying. It got me a little worried because I know that there is health risks associated with being under weight.
I looked them up. One is anemia, which I already am. Then there's low blood pressure, osteoporosis, that's bone loss for you, a low immune system, and for women, an irrigular menstrual cycle.
I am just worried that my weight will take another dip, but more dangerous next time. I hate being this skinny. At least you can't see my ribs as much now as before. It's not like I intentionally wanted to loose weight. I also know that people look at me and think that I am anorexic, but that's not true. In a week, I will make another blog and keep track of my weight gain. I am just really worried.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Shutdown= Fogret your paychecks!
I know most of you guys already know what's going on. I hope everyone of you knows. But I'll simplify for you. Today the government decided it's a great day for a shut down. Today 800,000 federal employees will be furloughed and not be paid.
Today, my husband along with every other person in the military got paid up to today. Meaning half their paychecks and told that they might not get paid next month. Today, the military got royally screwed. While Congress and all of them sit back still getting paid, we will have no money to feed our one year old. Let alone pay our bills.
Now rightfully if a service member doesn't get paid, they can walk away from their obligations hands down. It's a breach in contract. But you know what our great president did? He is making them still come into work. Oh and the three wars we are in? Yeah, we are still going to be in them too.
If it gets really bad, and we don't get paid next month, I am taking my child to Oklahoma, where I know he will be fed. My question is this, what will happen to families that don't have anywhere to turn? What are they going to do? You can guarantee that they will still have to pay their bills. So congratulations Congress, you just made a lot of people homeless, and hungry. Over what? The fact that you guys can't decide on a budget plan?
Oh, but let's not forget everyone else that works for the government that won't get paid either. Way to go. You think that people want to work for free? Especially if the government that has done this doesn't get to hurt along with everyone else?
No, fuck that. They should really think about who they are hurting. You trained the military to kill, you bastards. And now you cut those killer's paychecks and possibly stopped it? Oh you just opened up a can of worms that I think you won't know what to do with!
Today, my husband along with every other person in the military got paid up to today. Meaning half their paychecks and told that they might not get paid next month. Today, the military got royally screwed. While Congress and all of them sit back still getting paid, we will have no money to feed our one year old. Let alone pay our bills.
Now rightfully if a service member doesn't get paid, they can walk away from their obligations hands down. It's a breach in contract. But you know what our great president did? He is making them still come into work. Oh and the three wars we are in? Yeah, we are still going to be in them too.
If it gets really bad, and we don't get paid next month, I am taking my child to Oklahoma, where I know he will be fed. My question is this, what will happen to families that don't have anywhere to turn? What are they going to do? You can guarantee that they will still have to pay their bills. So congratulations Congress, you just made a lot of people homeless, and hungry. Over what? The fact that you guys can't decide on a budget plan?
Oh, but let's not forget everyone else that works for the government that won't get paid either. Way to go. You think that people want to work for free? Especially if the government that has done this doesn't get to hurt along with everyone else?
No, fuck that. They should really think about who they are hurting. You trained the military to kill, you bastards. And now you cut those killer's paychecks and possibly stopped it? Oh you just opened up a can of worms that I think you won't know what to do with!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
A New Thought
I got an idea. What if we all could just draw while we type? That would be awesome. I'd be all over that and I would be drawing what I could be seeing through my peripherals.
My husbands dog is twitching like a seizure patient in her sleep. It's so funny to watch. It would be more hilarious if it was my husband doing that in his sleep. I'd be taping him at night, and selling that online. God, wouldn't it be creepy if you'd woke up with someone towering over you with some digital device? I would freak out, and kick that person in the balls, while I was screaming. Initial reaction. Don't fuck with me, I'm a ninja. Fuck yeah.
Now I'm thinking about my old home in the trailer park. Cat, my oldest friend, was right when she said all of us out there were white trash. Who do you know that would walk around outside without their shoes? Even if it was the summer time? Ew? My mom did that. With her holey, ripped up pants, her hair looking all greasy, cigarette in one hand.
God how sad must you have to be to at rock bottom, like that? Wow, I promise that my life will never turn out like that, on the Bible.
Have you ever had a thought that sounded good to you until it is typed out, and it doesn't sound good, or you all the sudden can't remember proper spelling? It's like how I feel right now. Then I can't remember what I was going to say. Oh well. What was I talking about?
Why am I still here in this shitty town, in this shitty place, in this shitty state? I left this place four and a half years ago and I am still here. Something's not adding up. I can't wait until I can go to Oklahoma. I really don't want to think about this state again.
California is so brown and ugly compared to other states. It just screams, so,just because we have Hollywood, doesn't mean shit! It's just a visage of what we REALLY got. Which is trashy people! I want out!
My husbands dog is twitching like a seizure patient in her sleep. It's so funny to watch. It would be more hilarious if it was my husband doing that in his sleep. I'd be taping him at night, and selling that online. God, wouldn't it be creepy if you'd woke up with someone towering over you with some digital device? I would freak out, and kick that person in the balls, while I was screaming. Initial reaction. Don't fuck with me, I'm a ninja. Fuck yeah.
Now I'm thinking about my old home in the trailer park. Cat, my oldest friend, was right when she said all of us out there were white trash. Who do you know that would walk around outside without their shoes? Even if it was the summer time? Ew? My mom did that. With her holey, ripped up pants, her hair looking all greasy, cigarette in one hand.
God how sad must you have to be to at rock bottom, like that? Wow, I promise that my life will never turn out like that, on the Bible.
Have you ever had a thought that sounded good to you until it is typed out, and it doesn't sound good, or you all the sudden can't remember proper spelling? It's like how I feel right now. Then I can't remember what I was going to say. Oh well. What was I talking about?
Why am I still here in this shitty town, in this shitty place, in this shitty state? I left this place four and a half years ago and I am still here. Something's not adding up. I can't wait until I can go to Oklahoma. I really don't want to think about this state again.
California is so brown and ugly compared to other states. It just screams, so,just because we have Hollywood, doesn't mean shit! It's just a visage of what we REALLY got. Which is trashy people! I want out!
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Bitch Session
So much has happened that I don't know where to begin. I need this blog, this moment, to let it all vent out. Here is my five minute bitch session. Hang on for the ride if you like...
Last week my grandfather landed himself back in the hospital, again. He was staying with me, so I had to take him to the ER as per the doctor's orders. He stayed in the hospital for almost a week with high BNP numbers.
Now if you don't know what BNP is, it's short for Brain Natriuretic Peptide test. Still don't know what it is? Let me barney still the bitch for you. This is a test to see how much of a certain hormone your body is letting off. Low number, generally 0-200, means your heart is healthy and every thing is fine. As you get older, these numbers tend to get a little higher, because your heart is old. Now really high numbers means that your having heart failure. This could also mean that you have water in your lungs, or around your heart. That could add pressure and make the numbers go up. Either way, it's very bad jew-jew.
I am not bitching about my grandfather being in the hospital. That would be a very bad thing to bitch at, and would make me look cold hearted. Even though I am to certain people, not to my family members that I care about.
My aunt. Those two little words. That bitch wouldn't pick up her phone while we were at the hospital waiting room. Wouldn't pick up her phone when he got admitted in, and talked to a doctor. No, what did she do? She called me early in the morning to complain about grandpa. Yes, you read that right. She called to complain about her father, who was in the hospital. Sounds fucked up right?
Short story of hers, grandpa got mad, and got one of his friends to wake her sorry ass up to tell her that he was in the hospital. Oops if it was like eight in the morning.
Oh but that's not the best part. That's yet to come. So I was the only one who visited grandpa through the weekend. My aunt couldn't make it. When it came to him getting out of the hospital, my aunt called grandpa, told him to have me take him to my house, and she'll pick him up from there. Although she visited him twice while he was in, and the second time didn't need my help on getting there. So why can't that bitch just pick him up from the hospital.
Well, Grandpa was waiting at my house for about forty minutes, until my aunt called me. Supposedly she was suffering a migrane all day, and couldn't move because she would vomit. I remind you that she told grandpa that she was on her way. Hmm, sounds like a cop out. I think she didn't want to come pick him up, so she made up a story. This bitch is so unreliable it's not funny. My sister pointed out that when she needs somebody's help, she demands it, but when the tables are reversed, she couldn't give a shit. If I was grandpa, I would've tossed her leeching ass out my door a long time ago. She's 56, and living off her 76 year old, heart failing, kidney failing, diabetic father. And she has the balls to even complain about him.
Then Saturday, my dog decided to be a gimp. She's part chiuhaha, and part something else. Pretty much, a what the fuck is it dog. We found out that it could be a genetic thing, we still have to take her in. She refuses to walk on her back legs. My husband thinks that she just can't feel them, but I know better. You can pinch her back legs, and she'll move them.
Let me tell you something. My husband has an unnatural affection towards dogs. It's almost unnerving. He treats them better than a human. So you can see where my husband's emotions are with the dog. Yes, this doesn't mean that I don't care about the mutt. It just means that I would think twice about running out in the rain, hopping in my car, and taking her to the vet.
Oh but my husband pratically forced my hand. He sat there and almost yelled at me to call my grandmother, the evil bitch that can never die, to see if she can help out with the medical bill. Yes, my husband, whom has no money to see a vet, will barter his soul with Satan herself.
To keep the peace, I called her. Wait, no, not his soul, my soul. Anyways, getting back on track. She agreed and said that she'll write a blank check and I can fill it out upon getting to the Vet ER.
My husband practically shoved me out the door when he heard that. And you know what I got in return? Stuck in a fucking puddle up to mid-calf, with a stalled out engine. Conveniently I stalled out in front of my grandmother's house. Oh yes, because she "forgot" to tell me that the road was flooded and to come down Whitson. Bitch.
So I got pushed out, and forced to stay the night with her. I went and bought a battery, not because the original was dead, but because it was so old that the contact were corroded. And yes, I was secretly hoping that the magical car fairy would wave her wand and my car would start.
No such luck. The next morning I used my free hook up and towing from my insurance and took it to a mechanic. To one that was within twelve miles. That way it would still be free. Let my insurance pay for the shit.
Well the dickhead, ahem the main mechanic, upon hearing the story, tried telling me that my car's engine is stalled. No, I knew it wasn't. And I had a feeling as to what really happened. So I did what I can do best under stressful times to get my way. I cried fake tears. Three guys hoped on out side, and helped after hearing my ball about wanting to go home and wanting to be with my child.
You know what it was? Water in my engine. Like the little feeling in my gut told me. The guy was just trying to fuck me out of some money. Or get me really scared. Whatever, didn't work. So they got most of the water out, and he charged me cheap for it. Just one man hour because three guys were out there with him. Okay, fine. Nothing else with that? Kewl beans! After he charged my card he noticed that it was a Navy Federal card. He asked me who his navy guy was.
I smiled and told him me. His whole demeanor changed after the next thing I told him. I told him the truth. I was a diesel mechanic in the Navy. The look on that guys face. He knew that I turned the tables on his ass, and screwed him out of money. But then again, if all of them listened to what I was babbling, they would have guessed that I had some experience with motors. I guess they weren't paying attention to what I was saying, just that I cried to them. There's one word for that. SUCKERS!
Last week my grandfather landed himself back in the hospital, again. He was staying with me, so I had to take him to the ER as per the doctor's orders. He stayed in the hospital for almost a week with high BNP numbers.
Now if you don't know what BNP is, it's short for Brain Natriuretic Peptide test. Still don't know what it is? Let me barney still the bitch for you. This is a test to see how much of a certain hormone your body is letting off. Low number, generally 0-200, means your heart is healthy and every thing is fine. As you get older, these numbers tend to get a little higher, because your heart is old. Now really high numbers means that your having heart failure. This could also mean that you have water in your lungs, or around your heart. That could add pressure and make the numbers go up. Either way, it's very bad jew-jew.
I am not bitching about my grandfather being in the hospital. That would be a very bad thing to bitch at, and would make me look cold hearted. Even though I am to certain people, not to my family members that I care about.
My aunt. Those two little words. That bitch wouldn't pick up her phone while we were at the hospital waiting room. Wouldn't pick up her phone when he got admitted in, and talked to a doctor. No, what did she do? She called me early in the morning to complain about grandpa. Yes, you read that right. She called to complain about her father, who was in the hospital. Sounds fucked up right?
Short story of hers, grandpa got mad, and got one of his friends to wake her sorry ass up to tell her that he was in the hospital. Oops if it was like eight in the morning.
Oh but that's not the best part. That's yet to come. So I was the only one who visited grandpa through the weekend. My aunt couldn't make it. When it came to him getting out of the hospital, my aunt called grandpa, told him to have me take him to my house, and she'll pick him up from there. Although she visited him twice while he was in, and the second time didn't need my help on getting there. So why can't that bitch just pick him up from the hospital.
Well, Grandpa was waiting at my house for about forty minutes, until my aunt called me. Supposedly she was suffering a migrane all day, and couldn't move because she would vomit. I remind you that she told grandpa that she was on her way. Hmm, sounds like a cop out. I think she didn't want to come pick him up, so she made up a story. This bitch is so unreliable it's not funny. My sister pointed out that when she needs somebody's help, she demands it, but when the tables are reversed, she couldn't give a shit. If I was grandpa, I would've tossed her leeching ass out my door a long time ago. She's 56, and living off her 76 year old, heart failing, kidney failing, diabetic father. And she has the balls to even complain about him.
Then Saturday, my dog decided to be a gimp. She's part chiuhaha, and part something else. Pretty much, a what the fuck is it dog. We found out that it could be a genetic thing, we still have to take her in. She refuses to walk on her back legs. My husband thinks that she just can't feel them, but I know better. You can pinch her back legs, and she'll move them.
Let me tell you something. My husband has an unnatural affection towards dogs. It's almost unnerving. He treats them better than a human. So you can see where my husband's emotions are with the dog. Yes, this doesn't mean that I don't care about the mutt. It just means that I would think twice about running out in the rain, hopping in my car, and taking her to the vet.
Oh but my husband pratically forced my hand. He sat there and almost yelled at me to call my grandmother, the evil bitch that can never die, to see if she can help out with the medical bill. Yes, my husband, whom has no money to see a vet, will barter his soul with Satan herself.
To keep the peace, I called her. Wait, no, not his soul, my soul. Anyways, getting back on track. She agreed and said that she'll write a blank check and I can fill it out upon getting to the Vet ER.
My husband practically shoved me out the door when he heard that. And you know what I got in return? Stuck in a fucking puddle up to mid-calf, with a stalled out engine. Conveniently I stalled out in front of my grandmother's house. Oh yes, because she "forgot" to tell me that the road was flooded and to come down Whitson. Bitch.
So I got pushed out, and forced to stay the night with her. I went and bought a battery, not because the original was dead, but because it was so old that the contact were corroded. And yes, I was secretly hoping that the magical car fairy would wave her wand and my car would start.
No such luck. The next morning I used my free hook up and towing from my insurance and took it to a mechanic. To one that was within twelve miles. That way it would still be free. Let my insurance pay for the shit.
Well the dickhead, ahem the main mechanic, upon hearing the story, tried telling me that my car's engine is stalled. No, I knew it wasn't. And I had a feeling as to what really happened. So I did what I can do best under stressful times to get my way. I cried fake tears. Three guys hoped on out side, and helped after hearing my ball about wanting to go home and wanting to be with my child.
You know what it was? Water in my engine. Like the little feeling in my gut told me. The guy was just trying to fuck me out of some money. Or get me really scared. Whatever, didn't work. So they got most of the water out, and he charged me cheap for it. Just one man hour because three guys were out there with him. Okay, fine. Nothing else with that? Kewl beans! After he charged my card he noticed that it was a Navy Federal card. He asked me who his navy guy was.
I smiled and told him me. His whole demeanor changed after the next thing I told him. I told him the truth. I was a diesel mechanic in the Navy. The look on that guys face. He knew that I turned the tables on his ass, and screwed him out of money. But then again, if all of them listened to what I was babbling, they would have guessed that I had some experience with motors. I guess they weren't paying attention to what I was saying, just that I cried to them. There's one word for that. SUCKERS!
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Homework and Monkey Men!
So, like many of my readers know, I started my college Monday. I was worried because I bombed one of the discussions. (It's online.) I tried making up for it by doing all the Individual Assignments for the week. I'm about half way there. I was so worried that I made mistakes in both my papers, that my poor husband had to hear it every time he walked through the door.
Today I got on line to see if my teacher emailed me back about a question I had last night. Well, it turns out she loved my papers! She gave me an A plus on both of them! I know that with every paper I turn in, I will worry about it though.
Anyways, this month my baby turns a year old. Can't really be calling him a baby any more. Even though for me he will always be my baby. Last weekend my husband and I went to the mall in Visalia. We stopped at the Build A Bear workshop. Donnie picked out his bear, or should I say monkey. I literally had to fight him to get the un-stuffed monkey out of his hands to show my husband so we can get it. Then, once we got to the register, he started crying because we had to take it away for the second time. Can you tell he's attached to it? We named it Papa after his grandpa on my husband's side. The reason? Because we clothed the monkey in country gear. Yup, the shit kickers and the cowboy hat. Anyways, Donnie takes that monkey every where with him.
I told my husband that my monkey man has a monkey now in a joking kind of way. Man, I didn't realize my child would live up to his name. As I was sitting on the couch, looking at my grades, my child starts laughing hysterically. At first I just smiled because he finally found something to entertain himself without my help. Something started tickling the back of my neck though. Something wasn't right. So I looked to where Donnie was laughing, and sure as shit my child was perched up on the back of the couch, hitting the side of the bookshelf.
I grabbed him faster than Superman could put his tightie whities on. My heart was going a million beats a second. So many possible scenarios that could have happened popped through my mind. I tell you, this child is going to give me one massive heart attack one day.
Today I got on line to see if my teacher emailed me back about a question I had last night. Well, it turns out she loved my papers! She gave me an A plus on both of them! I know that with every paper I turn in, I will worry about it though.
Anyways, this month my baby turns a year old. Can't really be calling him a baby any more. Even though for me he will always be my baby. Last weekend my husband and I went to the mall in Visalia. We stopped at the Build A Bear workshop. Donnie picked out his bear, or should I say monkey. I literally had to fight him to get the un-stuffed monkey out of his hands to show my husband so we can get it. Then, once we got to the register, he started crying because we had to take it away for the second time. Can you tell he's attached to it? We named it Papa after his grandpa on my husband's side. The reason? Because we clothed the monkey in country gear. Yup, the shit kickers and the cowboy hat. Anyways, Donnie takes that monkey every where with him.
I told my husband that my monkey man has a monkey now in a joking kind of way. Man, I didn't realize my child would live up to his name. As I was sitting on the couch, looking at my grades, my child starts laughing hysterically. At first I just smiled because he finally found something to entertain himself without my help. Something started tickling the back of my neck though. Something wasn't right. So I looked to where Donnie was laughing, and sure as shit my child was perched up on the back of the couch, hitting the side of the bookshelf.
I grabbed him faster than Superman could put his tightie whities on. My heart was going a million beats a second. So many possible scenarios that could have happened popped through my mind. I tell you, this child is going to give me one massive heart attack one day.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Happy Birthday!
Monday, the 28th of Feburary is my mother's birthday. Well, not exactly that day. She was born on leap year. There's only two times in the year that gets me sad. This will be one of those days.
I really wish she was alive so I can go celebrate her birthday with her. But life is cruel and no one gets out of it unscathed. Well anyways, all I'm trying to say is HAPPY BIRTHDAY mom! I hope in heaven you get a big cake with a lot of candles!
There's a song by Steve Werner called Holes in The Floor of Heaven. When I had a tennis game in high school I thought of this song, thinking that there were holes up there and she was watching. Or when I got married, she was up there, watching her little girl's wedding. And when I gave birth she was up there, crying for joy because I gave her a beautiful grandson.
How I wish that she were here to see how much her kids have grown up. We have families of our own, we accomplished a lot in our lives. All I want her to see is that her kids have the lives that she couldn't possibly dream of. In the good way of course.
I love you mom. Happy birthday to you!
Here's that song.
I really wish she was alive so I can go celebrate her birthday with her. But life is cruel and no one gets out of it unscathed. Well anyways, all I'm trying to say is HAPPY BIRTHDAY mom! I hope in heaven you get a big cake with a lot of candles!
There's a song by Steve Werner called Holes in The Floor of Heaven. When I had a tennis game in high school I thought of this song, thinking that there were holes up there and she was watching. Or when I got married, she was up there, watching her little girl's wedding. And when I gave birth she was up there, crying for joy because I gave her a beautiful grandson.
How I wish that she were here to see how much her kids have grown up. We have families of our own, we accomplished a lot in our lives. All I want her to see is that her kids have the lives that she couldn't possibly dream of. In the good way of course.
I love you mom. Happy birthday to you!
Here's that song.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Happy Valetine's Day
The big day has come. Many men are going to be sweating all day trying to get their loved ones a Valentine's Day gift. Usually I don't celebrate it. I have come to an agreement with my self that all this day is for is for the candy companies, and the card companies to get richer off of us poor folk.
Now that I'm married, however, my husband I agreed that we will celebrate it. We agreed that this time of the year, we will be thankful for what the other one has done all year long.
What has my husband done for me this year? Well, he works and pays the bills. Which I am exceedingly grateful for. Once I got out of the military, I haven't had to lift a finger at another job. Even though most of you will probably agree that a stay at home mom is a full time job without medical benefits and usually without days off. It would be even more difficult if I had to work on top of it.
Not once has my husband got onto me about not having a job or what not. He understands that my life is crazy with just raising our son. I know some people would demand that their wife go back to work. If you think about it, the days where one partner works and the other stays at home with the kids is long gone. Not in this economy can you do that. But my husband is a sweetheart. He doesn't complain about it.
And he knows that the next few years are going to be ever hard for us. He's getting out which means we both will have to look for jobs. You know what he offered though? That when he gets out, he will find a full time job while I go to college until after I get through the nursing program, that way it wouldn't be so hard on me to go to college and work at the same time. How awesome is that? Then, after I get done with all my college and get employed as a nurse, he will do the stay at home thing while going to college.
My only regret is that I can't get him something nice for Valetine's. The only thing I could think of was to let him relax yesterday on his last day off for the weekend. So I packed my child in the car, grabbed my friend, and we went mall cruising for awhile. My husband told me that was the best gift I could give him. Usually I just leave the baby with him and split because I want time away from the kid. Yesterday though, I let him have some time off.
I can't believe how much my life has changed. Last Valentine's Day, I was alone and pregnant. I slept through most of the day that day. Seeing as how it was a Sunday, I didn't want to do anything. Now though, I have a child, and my husband and I are finally living together. It's a beautiful life!
Now that I'm married, however, my husband I agreed that we will celebrate it. We agreed that this time of the year, we will be thankful for what the other one has done all year long.
What has my husband done for me this year? Well, he works and pays the bills. Which I am exceedingly grateful for. Once I got out of the military, I haven't had to lift a finger at another job. Even though most of you will probably agree that a stay at home mom is a full time job without medical benefits and usually without days off. It would be even more difficult if I had to work on top of it.
Not once has my husband got onto me about not having a job or what not. He understands that my life is crazy with just raising our son. I know some people would demand that their wife go back to work. If you think about it, the days where one partner works and the other stays at home with the kids is long gone. Not in this economy can you do that. But my husband is a sweetheart. He doesn't complain about it.
And he knows that the next few years are going to be ever hard for us. He's getting out which means we both will have to look for jobs. You know what he offered though? That when he gets out, he will find a full time job while I go to college until after I get through the nursing program, that way it wouldn't be so hard on me to go to college and work at the same time. How awesome is that? Then, after I get done with all my college and get employed as a nurse, he will do the stay at home thing while going to college.
My only regret is that I can't get him something nice for Valetine's. The only thing I could think of was to let him relax yesterday on his last day off for the weekend. So I packed my child in the car, grabbed my friend, and we went mall cruising for awhile. My husband told me that was the best gift I could give him. Usually I just leave the baby with him and split because I want time away from the kid. Yesterday though, I let him have some time off.
I can't believe how much my life has changed. Last Valentine's Day, I was alone and pregnant. I slept through most of the day that day. Seeing as how it was a Sunday, I didn't want to do anything. Now though, I have a child, and my husband and I are finally living together. It's a beautiful life!
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