This is our.....house????

I'd like to give you guys a little tour of our formerly cute house that is now under repair from the water damage during the roofing expedition.

As you first walk in the door from the yard, you will notice the huge piles of boxes sitting out in the open as though we were still unpacking. These all had to be moved out of the 2nd bedroom with the initial leak.

Then as you look to your left you will notice a bright blue thing half under the carpet. Is it perhaps a bright blue urn? Nope, it's a bright blue fan that is starting to give us headaches and has to run continuously until Friday. Can't wait for that electric bill.

 

Then as you enter the second bedroom, you see this. Looks almost like a fort eh? Nope, 4ft dehumdifier and another fan to try to get the mildew out that has been growing for the past week. Also running until Friday.

And finally as we close the door to the second bedroom and look towards the master bed, we see the cord that had to be plugged into our room for some reason, and all the clutter in there up against the wall.

Is it Friday yet????? Oh wait I forgot after we can finally have silence in our house again we then have to have someone come in and tear our ceiling apart to fix all the cracks and water damaged sheet rock.  I especially feel bad for my dog right now, she has no room to play in here and the weather has been too icky for extended play. All this clutter is just draining my energy, I have chicken out to grill and all i want to do is go to sleep until it's all over.  Trying to remain optomistic that at least it's in the getting fixed phase, but after two weeks of this crap I am sooooooo over it!!!!!!!

When Life Gives You Lemons.....Chuck Them at Someone!

Ok, the ceiling finally stopped leaking.  Oh, you didn't hear? Yah every room in our house was leaking. EVERY ROOM!!!! Ok, got that out of the way. So after  the day long frusterations and the tense silence in the house between me and the husband, we finally started talking. Stress makes both of us shut down, him more than me, but still. There was nothing we could do about any of it, the roofers were trying to finish the roof before they start repairs inside, the rental company agreed to get us a dehumidifier and bring in a carpet cleaning team, and the rain finally mellowed out to a drizzle. But when you are helpless and feel like you are trapped, you tense up. And become irritable. And snap at each other, then appologize, snap again, appologize and repeat. I got the big lesson at the end of the day when the roofers finally went home, and we decided to move the couch back into place because we simply could not take the clutter anymore.

Even in the midst of stress, it is so vital to keep the lines of love open. Fuck communication, anyone can talk to, yell at, or scream. Communication is worth absolutely zip if there is not an open heart and open love when talking with someone. Doesn't have to be your partner, it could be a co-worker, your friend, family member or the person down at the rental agenency (cough).  The husband and I definitely found ourselves reverting back to how we would handle stress back in Oklahoma, and while we recognized what was happening, we didn't quite know how to come through it yet. So silent hugs, quick back rubs, and giving the other person LOTS of space today was the coping mechanism.  By the end of the day we were exhausted from stress and my wonderful husband stepped up and made a lovely dinner of salad and mac and cheese (gotta love comfort food and fresh vegetables) and we mellowed out and talked a little about how we did and didn't handle things today. At least now we have improvement and it didn't take an all out brawl for us to see what the universe put in front to teach us. As my chief in F/A-18 "C" school would say, "learning has taken place." And boy it has.

I write this one, not to put out what goes on in my marriage but a "hey, this is a great example of what not to do" and take somehing away from it that can be used in every part of every day with every person you come across. After you get done throwing the lemons, what's left except a lot of bruises and black eyes (craver lol).  And make sure when doing the all important "communicating" you are doing the REALLY all important thing of keeping your self and your heart open and being present when that communication is taking place. Because otherwise, what the hell are you doing besides throwing those God Dammed Lemons?

Peace y'all and blessings all!

Beginnings of new housewife

So as everyone knows by now, I'm almost out of the Navy. 6 years of my life spent getting bossed around, bossing others around, launching, recovering and repairing jets. Being covered in fuel and oil, carrying around chains, almost getting blown off the boat a couple times, great friends, lots of alcohol, air shows and amazing memories. I came away from the Navy with lessons learned, friends made, and a husband and dog gained. Not too bad for 6 years I think.

Now I'm out on terminal leave which is rapidly dwindeling, and trying to put the plans I have had for the past few years into play. Setting up a doula business, setting up teaching Dancing for Birth Classes. Problem, Im terrified of rejection. I know quite the quandrom when setting up a business, since I have to put myself out there to drum up business and find a place to teach classes.
So in the meantime, I have applied for school to start the nursing program and figure that will buy me some time while I ease myself into business and will fire out those pre-requisites for midwifery school at the same time :)

So while I'm waiting for school, and applying for jobs in the meantime, I am a housewife. There, I said it.  My sole job besides getting things together for business and applying for jobs is my house, my husband and my dog. It's a very strange change of pace, to go from having someone dictating what my day is like, to being in charge of my own schedule, to figure out what needs to be done in the house each day. Stupid little things like making the bed each morning when I get up. I cannot tell you how much nicer it makes the room feel and it sets the tone for the day. I think back and realize how I hardley ever made the bed, or if I did, it was a cheaters version, of just pulling up the covers and smoothing it out. Not actually making it, ya know tucking in corners, and all that crap that after boot camp you never want to do again for the rest of your life.
Another stupid little thing. Washing the dishes. By hand. Not in the dishwasher. Yep, you heard me right. The dishes are cleaner, we never run out of anything, and I feel better that I'm not wasting so much water and electricity running that stupid thing because I am simply too lazy to wash a few dishes. I love having the time and energy to actually plan out a meal and have time to make it, having time to make something out of nothing, and feeling accomplished at the end of making the meal. I know, how lame is this woman, you guys are probably saying to yourselves. And I would probably agree with  you, if I hadn't spent most of the past 6 years eating mostly take out, or just throwing meals together with hardly anytime to sit down with Jimmy and actually eat a meal. Ya know, together. Like a family.

So after the roofers are done, it's on to decorating, cleaning, re-arranging, organizing and all that other stuff that I used to just nod my head at when someone would tell me that they were a homemaker. I couldn't relate, plus I had been brought up to be independent and never "bend" to a man but to stand tall on my own. But I'm realizing there's nothing wrong with taking pride in taking care of your house and making that your job. I don't think this is something I would want day in and day out, but for now I'm liking it. I like embracing my femeninity, and taking on the gentler role in my marriage for once. I don't feel like "one of the dudes" for once, I actually feel like I'm someones wife. I know people who know me are probably thinking I must be drunk 24/7 or have started smoking something, but honestly it's just that it's so different it's intriguing. So enough with the ranting, but be prepared for my blogs where it's something ridiculous like "Oh my god, I just figured out how to make homemade laundry detergent!" or "Holy Shit, I just made the cutest little decoration out of twigs"

Sorry guys, it's happening :) At least until school starts ;)

Blessings all!