Saturday, June 20, 2009

Do I make a cake for myself for father's day?

Father's day is almost here and no daddy. But, hear me out on this one. Since I am currently in one of those married single mom times. I am being the mommy and daddy both. I cook, clean and cuddle. But, I am also doing the yard work, the trash, breaking out the toolbox to fix what needs fixed, being the strong voice when they are in trouble, I've tried doing the low voice too but it just doesn't work, I sound like a toad being stepped on.

This is just one of the random thoughts I have much can a mommy step in to take the place of a daddy. besides father's day. Next year, middle little will be in kindergarten and thus having a dad come to school for donuts afternoon. Do I go?

Just sharing a random thought I had today. Still undecided on the whole cake thing though. Maybe tomorrow night, I'll grab a cup of tea, a piece of lemon meringue pie, and toast a here's to you girl. Happy father's day..Mom!

Oh, and to all the dad's and Mom's being moms and dads...Happy Father's Day to you as well!!! Here's to you.

Get out side and play with your kids, dare I say's Summer!

Helping a toddler with a bum foot chase butterflies,
Cowgirl Lady

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

I'm feeling very blah today.

I wouldn't say I'm a super chipper person, but I'm not a total crank either. I'm usually just a normal, contented housewife, mom of 3 cowboybabies and proud soldier's wife. I'm just having one of those no ambition, no pep, and just blah kind of days.

Those that are thinking it..yes I'm fine. I'm not all depressed and mopeing about or anything.

I have my support sisters (another military wife and /or bestest buddies) whom I've called when I needed to vent or can't believe I'm saying this...cried to. Even non military so need to get you some support sisters. Someone who knows you well enough that when they call and ask how you are you can say I'm great and they know and aren't afraid to call you out and tell you.."you are such a liar."

But really, I'm fine. The baby's appt. at the Orthopedics went fine, he's not in a cast they have him in what they call a Wee Walker..which is basically a brace he can walk in, when he is able to walk.

My New Jeep broke down on me already, but it's out of the shop and if not totally fixed I am aware of the issue and can keep an eye on it now. My soldier calls when he can, usually just a quick this is what he did that day, how are the kids, gotta go love ya bye. Yeah, I'm not very high maintenance. Many other women would be upset or something with the fact that there is no lovey and mushy, I miss you, I love you so much, you are such a superwoman doing all this on your own. Me? don't get it, don't expect it. I get all my ego strokes from my support sisters.

Nothing will perk you up for a good day as getting a text message first thing in the morning telling you " good morning sunshine. I am the planet that revolves around you." It's goofy, yes I know, but it works. Nothing helps you get through some stressful time as a friend. (lets call her Venus since she orbits around me...I am the sun, la la la la!)

Venus being there, calling you superwoman, even when you don't know how you are going to get through this without falling apart, that kind of support really gives you the umptoo to do whatever you need, without holding it all in and eventually having a complete mommy/wife meltdown.

I'm not just speaking of the current situations I've been in, I'm talking about 9 yrs of situations,stressers, dilemma's and complete and utter holy shit, you've got to be kidding me times.

Now be very picky when picking your support sisters. Let me tell you, pick the wrong one and you are going to be adding vinegar to your baking soda stress level.

It's hard to do, but time will eventually have true colors showing through. The whole call me anytime, you'll know if they really mean it the first time you call in the middle of the night or right in the middle of the day when the kids are fighting, the dog's barking, the baby is get the picture. Now if it was a serious I need a friend to vent to time, not just an average how you doing phone call, your support sister, will kick the dog outside..distract the kids and lock herself in the bathroom to give you her undivided attention. You see where I'm going with this. I wish that was on the list of things you need pre-deployment. I think it would help so many new military wifeys.

I guess all my rambling is just me explaining that I'm just blah because I'm blah. But, I'm not superwoman with no criptonite...notice I didn't deny being superwoman..doot do dooo!

Well, since it's middle of the day and the boys are fighting, and the dog is barking I'm off. Faster than a speeding bullet. SWOOSH

Hooah! Cowgirl Lady

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Deployment hasn't started yet...but chaos has.

Summer is here, well in the fact that kids are out of school, bathing suits are hanging on the racks at all the stores, taunting me, telling me oh hell no girl, have you looked at your butt lately and hopefully the sun will continue to shine and days will stay warm.

My soldier man is once again gone. Far away, well not really,only a few hours north, but still he's gone. He's off playing soldier again, shooting stuff, playing with all kinds of nifty GI Joe type things and whatever else soldiers do when they are away at AT (annual training) prior to a deployment.

I figured ahh, go. We are fine. Got my riding lawn mower, no more push mowing for me, got my new my truck but she needs a break, almost 300,000 miles and some much needed TLC before driving again, kids are out of school, snow is away for a few months (please please be away) I was set. 3 weeks of just summer fun, maybe some landscaping my flower beds, nothing but fun. HA!

2 days after my man and the rest of his "company" headed north for training the military wife curse strikes again.

Military wife curse = anything bad, causes extra stuff, or any situation in general that would be a lot easier to handle physically and/or mentaly when your soldier is home ...will wait to happen till he is gone, far enough that can't come home to help and/or long enough that you really get the kabaam in your face reality are on your own woman!

The latest strike hit me on a sunny afternoon when we were all outside playing. The rain had finally quit and it dried enough that we were out playing t-ball, blowing bubbles, chasing a bouncy ball around the yard. Typical summer day here.

Rj, my ginger top (strawberry blond) youngest cowboybaby, age 2, was toddling around the yard as full of pee and vinegar little boys nonstoply do. He stepped on the t-ball bat that was so sneakily lying in the grass (not really but makes the story sound better) anyway...he steps on the bat, stands on it a second and in the typical ungraceful matter a toddler falls, the bat rolls and he trips off of it. I gathered him up kissed him, dusted him off and by now he's wiggling like crazy trying to get out of my arms to go frolic some more...cue the dramatic music....

I bend to set him down. He stands for about a half second goes to take a step and crumbles to the ground. Any mom here knows that acidic taste you get in your mouth, your heart racing in your head the stomach instantly in knots feeling you get when the mom instinct kicks in..somethings wrong!!!

Safe to say, after another attempt to walk and another heart retching moment of him crumbling to the ground...Off to the ER we go. By now the ankle is swollen and has a growing purple bruise on it.

Yep you guessed it... My two year old tot has a fracture. A fractured soft plate to be exact. Which in layman's terms means. At his age the bones aren't all fused together yet, he fractured the plate that his little bones will eventually fuse into.

I know and I agree! I can hear ya'lls voices now. Poor little guy!

All and all he's doing quite well. He's got a splint on it for now. Next week we have an appt. with Ortho. they'll decide on if he needs a cast or not.

So...wondering thoughts of mine. Please don't let this be a sign of what my upcoming deployment is going to be like. Or maybe I should be optimistic, we got the bad thing out of the way and if this is the worst, I'm ok with that. It really really sucks seeing my baby in pain and we are both extremely sleep deprived but we are handling it.

Big brothers are handling it well too, oh they baby the little guy. "Aww poor RJ, do you want brother to get you anything" That little man of ours is getting spoiled like crazy by his brothers...and maybe by momma a little bit too.

Once again I'm going to brag and say I've got the greatest kids ever. Something happens we all rally together and stick together, help each other out and comfort one another.

I love my Army brats...they Rock!!